she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me
Category: My Small Stones Poetry
The Hunt
Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short
Tui
standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo
Notes
A new CD, the notes bounce across the carpet.
Envelope
An envelope larger than the rest, familiar scrawl I’m not forgotten
Rupert
yellowed pages from 1910 his words dislodge perception
Mask
# concealed in the reflection, my shattered face a broken self #
Day two…
Day two of my five photos five stories challenge. turbulence without it we would never find the calm So who … More
Tui
Sue Dreamwalker is quietly encouraging me to get my feet wet again with blogging by challenging me to do the … More
Small Stone
bees drunk on warm pollen below an autumn sunrise ~ a cat yowls next door