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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