Transgression? Low lying branch on a fertile apple tree. How cumbersome? You are shaken to your knees. ∇ Alas, I too. Am enthralled by the tapping of a foot. The fidgeting of a hand. All of the harvest... weighing heavily. Often more than one can stand. ∇ Do your voices take you? They take me. … Continue reading Tender To the Core
Lackluster cluster...verging on retreat. The daylight ascending... higher and higher. Lighter and lighter. I am, as always, not willing to say, 'goodbye.' Ill prepared for the crystal clear moments... From the night's sky. ∞ Fall crab apples have begun to float hastily to the water's edge. Such is summer's past and, manners all to their … Continue reading Late August Winds
No way of telling where they came from. A bi-color carpet rolled out like a long luxurious...Blue Grass song. Soon enough a cluster of curious cattle. Over took my steel steed. As the midday sun cracked my skin. I awaited...for their cumbersome judgment. For what seemed like hours...The four legged Zen Masters stared down … Continue reading Zen Master Cow
I drive these back roads... And, am, reminded of home. Long, desperate, going places that have passed along. Gritty browns with nameless...greens. A picturesque, quaint, scene. Of course, I have aged like farm-stand cheddar. Tart but tasteful. with a woodsy trace. Though life has sped up. I manage to find a slower pace. … Continue reading A Woodsy Appeal
If I could see each day as the miracle it is. I would attend to it much differently. For now, and most likely, always...I shall be content in knowing 'my journey is practice not perfection!'