Thursday, February 7, 2013


Words created with a dear friend.  Though it's winter, it's more of a frame of mind than a season.



Spring’s Last Gasp
The trees. You can hear the drops hitting the leaves and new fruit here in the back of the house. No thunder or lightning...just gentle raindrops. I didn't realize how much I missed them.


a lush green static


I've never thought of it like that, but yes. It's gorgeous. Everything quiets. No one is outside 'cause it's raining, the birds silence themselves...nothing but green and the sounds of heaven's pour...


and the tic tac of your fingers across the keyboard as a counterpoint to the rain


Yes: a duet. Click/splash. I hear waters flung from the treads of passing cars and buses. The rain is like a memory; hidden away 'til they return. Then it all comes back...