It is a time to time
One of a kind..
ZEN.
Echoed places joined by lost traces.
Occasional small town places
filled with
postcards, wildlife…
kind native faces.
Here and there.
All in one plots of…
not so fallen graces.
I am the trapped stone beneath the
fallen tree trunk and her roots.
Peacefully
unaware
of things
left to do.
‘Had a nightmare last night…about having nothing to write about. No more, needs, wants, take or give. No love or hate! This morning I began to think about the squirrels nesting in our trees. How they are throwing acorns down at me…taunting me in protest of their lack of food. As typical, my mind wandered to such things as; what is the gestation period of a squirrel? Why are they so loud when they are giving birth? Which sex, male or female…goes out and brings the ‘acorn’ home? And, which sex gets to play stay at home parent? And, suddenly, the nightmare went away. And, the writer’s world became…okay!’
-Robert Frost-
Franconia Notch NH
To Earthward

Franconia NH
to Earthward