Here they are ~
The last in this round of Small Stones
Daily snippets of observation
Ordinary moments of grace
January 26, 2012

He limped past
through the desert
front right leg stiff, straight
gash, just above shoulder.
A clash with fellow Canis latrans?
Or did human beast intervene?

January 27, 2012

cleaning
prepares the space
for sacrament
for grace

January 28, 2012

University town
The Arts abound
Wildlife surrounds
Tucson

January 29, 2012

Loved since 18
Today
Fifty four
Still incites
This heart to roar
How lucky

January 30,2012

I feel you.
Here. Now.
Even though
Your today began
Eighteen hours ago

January 31, 2012

It’s clear
We’ve met before
As logic
Defies
This connection
Otherwise

 

Sorrow by Dechobek at deviantART

Her head
bowed
told more than words
could tell.
Her mother’s heart,
dragged down
the road
to hell.
More than once.
In reality
she feels relief.
Thus her shame
holds hands
o’er face of grief.
And she weeps.

 

*Prompted by Poets United, Midnight Snack

 

 

Great Horned Owl, Outside Tucson

Just beyond my bedroom window
Great-horned owl calls his mate
She answers him most deftly
Single “hoo” a wee bit late

Their cadence’s, smooth and rhythmic
He more strident, firm, than she
What could female be relating,
Calling back from yonder tree?

Are they planning life together?
Did the nesting fabric rend?
Or are they just now courting,
Pondering whether or not to spend~

Their lifetimes together
In the desert?

 

Small Stone, January 1, 2012

I glanced at my reflection in the morning mirror…

Black pearl pendant rests
Above the heart
It gently nests
‘Tween clavicles
And aging breasts
Representing family, love

 

And now

I stand my ground

I’ll not be abused

Refuse to be used

When cheated, short-fused

Way past the blues

Thus I implore you … Do not be confused

This line

In this sand

This time

~ Is final ~

     ~:~

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