Tag Archives: #smallstones

Requiem for a Cardinal

9 Jan 14 A bird struck the sitting room window and dropped straight down. It lay on its side, orange beak pressed into the snow. Her body, a pale Cardinal red, vibrated as if the sound of the crash reverberated … Continue reading

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Abracadabra

9 Jan 14 Wind howls from the west. The powder-fine snow that fell over night rises like a spectral conjured from the ground in swirls of white that undulate. Snow lifts from the bare branches, ghosts, and disappears into the … Continue reading

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Winter Moonlight

8 Jan 14 4:00 a.m. Moon shadows stretch across the side yard from the waning gibbous moon, a bright ninety percent illumination. The missing ten percent a glow reflected by snow dust. Tree branches, moon sketched dark, cast mirror images … Continue reading

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Nothing I See Means Anything

4 Jan 15 I signed up for a year long course, A Course in Miracles. The music intrigued me. It’s not surprising the universe would capture my attention in that way. I listen to music selected for its power to … Continue reading

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Snow Fall

29 Dec 14 After a green Christmas with temperatures in the high fifties, it’s snowing, the slow peaceful kind. Large, lazy flakes silently, steadily, gather. A quiet congregation has begun to accumulate on the mulched raised gardens, on the brown … Continue reading

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The Pin Oak Leaf

22 Dec 14 A single tan pin oak leaf hangs on the tree. It twists and turns in the sun, shivers in the chilly breeze, the rain, and has weathered two heavy snow storms. I wonder, if like me, it … Continue reading

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Dawn

5 December 14 I searched the Internet and Naturalist field guides to find names for the colors dawn paints the morning, the shades of deep orange and pink that shade the sky behind the bare tree branches, hues that turn … Continue reading

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Cernunnos: Singing Over the Bones

13 Nov 14, Dad’s 95th birthday. Flakes randomly fall and drift between the pin oak’s remaining leaves. That orange-red’s a muted contrast against the overcast sky. Gray lake effect, the white stag has edged out of the Arctic. The weathermen … Continue reading

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Insomnia

Day 77. The small fan in my bedroom’s a vintage replica used to aid my sleep. Cool air across my face, the motor a large purring cat, kneading, white noise lulls elusive sleep and dreams

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3:00 p.m.

Day 28. The sun shone through snow flakes that look like they were released from sifted clouds. The clock on the reading room’s dresser ticked; the second hand’s audible click marked time’s passage. Elvis, stretched out on the carpet with … Continue reading

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