Being Still

“But these are flowers that fly and all but sing…” — Robert Frost I often catch the movement  above me as I walk along  the garden’s edge, and I know,  if I am patient, one will alight  near enough to see. I thought  the cold winds from a few days  past had called and liftedContinue reading “Being Still”

Autumn’s Kiss

For everything there is a season,  a time for every activity under heaven. — Ecclesiastes 3:1, NLT The once long leaves have curled in; this sun seeking flower pulled up the covers and rolled down the shades, a weary bloom asleep in the gray haze of dawn, a certain sign that summer is settling back intoContinue reading “Autumn’s Kiss”

Saying Goodbye to Butterflies

I capture the last few images before  your migration farther, ever farther south.   You have rested here; our Texas hospitality  served for a time, the blue plumbago  and sunny yellow lantana a perfect  blossoming backdrop for your wild and graceful wings. I’ve held out my hand,  and you’ve landed but found nothing  as interestingContinue reading “Saying Goodbye to Butterflies”

Quieting Hours

The sun is setting,  making a golden puddle of light through a shaft in the curtains.  I am sighing away the day’s hours,  reliving moments of joy  and also the tensions  that come with existing during this incongruous time.  The honeycomb  pattern in the drapes  diffuses the last evening light so beautifully, and I amContinue reading “Quieting Hours”

Before Blooming

Before the bloom there must be  gentle care, a tending to ensure  the heart imbibes nutrients  for strength and growth. There must be life-giving light, the rays from sun to filter through and provide what is necessary to thrive.  The roots need room to push through and find home deep within the soil, far enoughContinue reading “Before Blooming”

Unfurling

“Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.” — Theodore Roenthke I see this blossom each morning unfurling to find the light, reaching out to touch  a ray of sun, warmth  necessary for life; its roots stretch down  into moistened earth  as morning brings on  the day’s thirst.   I complete that same  searchContinue reading “Unfurling”

Exhaustion

“A meaningful silence is always better than meaningless words.”  — Unknown I slog through this morning sigh at the visage in my mirror — all shadowed and baggy-eyed from a restless night of images. The world feels tight, as if I’m wrapped by a snake squeezing the life out of me.  It is this weightContinue reading “Exhaustion”