Cicadas sing
above the humming
water pump
bird bath evaporates
under drooping leaves
of liquid amber
dropping branches
to survive
so far the tree
where the wood pigeon sits
is safe
and the blackbird
still scolds
about territory
baby fantails
dither plumply
on the railing
while thirsty earth
waits for rain.
“Art is the attention we pay to the wholeness of the world.” Guy Davenport
Mostly original poems along with a few other poetic goodies
Where I walk and what I see.
"This is just the kind of sense that's... not."
a Poems in the Waiting Room (NZ) project
One Way Ticket: South East Asia
You are your own best teacher
The journey
Museum of Documentary and Fiction
Non-Fiction Short Stories. Updated Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Travel, oldsters, love, moments worthy of pause.
Discovering the Relevance of Words in the 21st Century
from the Picasa Web Album Featured Photos
Life and Writing
Riding throughout the earth on a sorrel horse...
Nature's nuances in a nutshell
Truth Within, Shines Without
--- gravy train season ticket holders ---
Grand Pa walking with a camera
Capturing memories with every SNAP!! Enjoy!
That’s exactly how it is!
Oh baby fantails…….what a treat.
They sure are
Lovely. I hope the rain will come~
So do we!