Every hawk is Beauty.
No other name is required.
Just a murmur of beauty,
along the fields, riding the air currents
freezing the squirrel, beauty
when everything else is absent.
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Coffee talk
Jerry and I were at Living Room Coffee and Kitchen this morning in Maplewood, between an appointment and an errand. We’re on a search for “o...
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I had my alarm set for 3AM so I could see the eclipse, I was in the warm bed thinking and then, suddenly, it was 4AM and I trundled down the...
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A century or two ago when Jerry would put to sea, I would pine for him and walk the widow’s walk searching the horizon for his ship. Okay, t... -
Two planets and a portion of moon outside tonight; a swish of a cloud that looks a whale breaching. I wish the cloud would stay highlighted ...
NaPoWriMo? love the photo and the poem!
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