Saturday, October 29, 2016

Tuppence A Bag

A few weeks ago, I saw a woman at the store who had 
scooped herself up a large bag of bulk birdseed to give out to her yard birds. My little bird heart leaped for joy knowing 
that her winter birds would be well fed.
It made me laugh, too, because she appeared to be the kind of woman who might also talk to the birds just a bit as she spread the birdseed around. There is nothing wrong with that at all.
 Tuppence a bag. 


Wednesday, October 26, 2016

A House Where Within

We are now living in
A house where within
Live two darling kittens

One just turned seven 
He is a little bit of heaven
Sweet and soulful almond eyes
Content to sit and gaze at skies
Just wants to be left alone
Sitting quiet as a stone

The other much younger
Just over a year
She will stalk and pounce
And suddenly appear
Her eyes round as the moon
She is growing up way too soon
Two darling kittens
A sister and brother
Meant to be here
One for the other

Thursday, October 20, 2016

The Autumn Sound

Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, "The Autumn"

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Walkers Walk

If you are a walker, then you should walk.
If you are a writer, you should write.
Then why don't I walk and write that much anymore,
Why don't I find time for the things I adore?
There are so many other things that fill up my time,
But I want to make time for the things that make me who I am.
Walkers walk.
Writers write.
Like Thoreau.
He walked, too. 

Friday, October 14, 2016

Friday, October 7, 2016

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


We have finally stepped into October. I write as I look out the open window, the wind blowing, the fading sun making it's way west, a cool breeze flowing through the house, and I can hear crinkled and withered leaves blowing along the road. It's divine, all of it. October is best.