Sunday, September 6, 2015


I still fly a lot in my dreams, she told us, but I try to stay close to the ground. 
At my age, a fall can be pretty serious....

morning coffee.
the deafening silence.
from the absence of the robins.
is replaced by the screeching sound of a bluejay.
crickets provide a soft background melody.
and the wind chime sounds.
every time a leaf.
lets go of its branch.
and dances in the breeze.
towards the ground.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

1 comment:

Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio said...

Always feeling blessed to have stopped by here. Always love seeing the different ways in which I can, 'just be'.