Dropping Green Walnuts
It’s going to be a cold winter, so says the predictors. They say all the old farmers are reading the signs the animals are giving. Cold winter up ahead. Well I’m a sorta old farmer, and what I am seeing or rather hearing is ……
the sound of dropping green walnuts.
Yes, I finally figured that one [...]
the sunny room & the fresh cut grass
it’s morning and dark in the house except
when i pass the closed door on the writing room
its bright sunlight shines thru
under the door and all around its edges
i open it and the sunlight fills everywhere
i smell the sweet fresh cut grass
the robins are hopscotch running across its ground for breakfast
the junior red northern cardinal is [...]
what a glorious day
the blustery dry day calls me out so early this morning
I heard her blowing all night
shush wushshush wuuuuuuuushhhhhhhh
banging the blinds to keep me awake
up from the salt marshes
and in from the the northwest
the sweetest wind
full of life and hope
no skeets
and the marsh grasses sway with designs by the wind
my sheets whip and blow with the [...]
on this beautiful little blue planet called earth
a cacophony of sound
swirls
chirps
loopy sounds
the knocking on wood like a soft jackhammer
the red sun
brings the smoky coloured sky
hazing the salt marshes with a look of early morning primordial splendor
in her nakedness
she witnesses another glorious day
full of promise and hope in the natural rhythms of life. . .
on this beautiful little blue planet called earth
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