Last Updated On November 9, 2021

"Narrate your experience with a gentle inner voice that truly appreciates what’s unfolding before you. Notice the small details." -Barbara Fredrickson PhD
This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.
I roll my liquid brown eyes to the sun
and upon seeing the sky’s expanse
I longed to take a bite
out of its unblemished ripeness.
Wisps of cotton potentialities
ride the currents
from busted seeds
in backlit fields.
Yesterday’s riotous green vigor
becomes today’s dry windchimes,
jostling amiably with their neighbors.
November’s dichotomy finds startling chill
in the shade
and great relief
in the warmth of light.
Sculptural grasses part ways for a trail
that I take with customary trepidation.
Shifting and crinkling,
collisions with glistening webs
and half-cocked grasshoppers
as I make my way back.
Eventually I settle into a nest
lined with my own down,
I rest to the staccato call
of a lonely woodpecker.
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Last Updated On November 9, 2021

"Narrate your experience with a gentle inner voice that truly appreciates what’s unfolding before you. Notice the small details." -Barbara Fredrickson PhD
This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.
I roll my liquid brown eyes to the sun
and upon seeing the sky’s expanse
I longed to take a bite
out of its unblemished ripeness.
Wisps of cotton potentialities
ride the currents
from busted seeds
in backlit fields.
Yesterday’s riotous green vigor
becomes today’s dry windchimes,
jostling amiably with their neighbors.
November’s dichotomy finds startling chill
in the shade
and great relief
in the warmth of light.
Sculptural grasses part ways for a trail
that I take with customary trepidation.
Shifting and crinkling,
collisions with glistening webs
and half-cocked grasshoppers
as I make my way back.
Eventually I settle into a nest
lined with my own down,
I rest to the staccato call
of a lonely woodpecker.
###
Last Updated On November 9, 2021

"Narrate your experience with a gentle inner voice that truly appreciates what’s unfolding before you. Notice the small details." -Barbara Fredrickson PhD
This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.
I roll my liquid brown eyes to the sun
and upon seeing the sky’s expanse
I longed to take a bite
out of its unblemished ripeness.
Wisps of cotton potentialities
ride the currents
from busted seeds
in backlit fields.
Yesterday’s riotous green vigor
becomes today’s dry windchimes,
jostling amiably with their neighbors.
November’s dichotomy finds startling chill
in the shade
and great relief
in the warmth of light.
Sculptural grasses part ways for a trail
that I take with customary trepidation.
Shifting and crinkling,
collisions with glistening webs
and half-cocked grasshoppers
as I make my way back.
Eventually I settle into a nest
lined with my own down,
I rest to the staccato call
of a lonely woodpecker.
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