I can see the changes as summer days slip away. It seems that at five thirty in the evening, the light is already changing. I wonder if it’s just overcast skies. But it’s been persistent, so maybe not.
The rustle of leaves up high in tree tops suddenly sound louder. To the left, Canada geese congregate in the open field. The sparrows are outnumbered, so they’ve moved elsewhere. The sweltering heat has moved on.
a shift in time –
under the uproar of the wind in trees
a kinder breeze
For Colleen’s Weekly poetry challenge where the choice this week is the Poet’s choice. To read or to participate go here
A couple years ago I spent some time in Sedona Arizona. Along with Santorini and Maui it was one of the coolest places I had ever been. It’s hard to put a name on this feeling. I found myself emersed in the energy and craving quiet. The light, and the sunsets in this place felt curative. Every now and then I still wonder…”what was that!?”
a deep feeling of well being –
in red rock country
this glow infused my spirit
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s where the prompt this week is a theme “Map” . To stop by and do some reading or participate go here
Mother Bea sits in her wooden rocking chair on the rickety varandah. She is placed there every morning. She does not walk. She must be over 80 years old. Even her kids were old. When you are little, everybody is old! I watch her as she watches the daily interactions of the children in the yard. She would make one word prouncements on the goings-on.
Cry baby. Smart. Determined. Thick skull. I often wondered how she arrived at these critiques from such a distance. And more often, just who she was talking about!
at times it’s futile
figuring out which spirit
whisper the loudest
in their attempts to guide me –
probably pointless, thick skull!
For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday
Where the prompt is synonyms for :
Ghost & Hollow