Cicadas’ calls rise and fall on the waves of late summer. I snip and neaten heat weary petals – wait for nature to change her clothes.
It’s hot. The heat makes cats and humans want to be still. To stay home and lie in a cool, shady spot and daydream.
Crepe Myrtle flowers drift downward, pink snow, branches releasing captive blossoms at last. They carpet squares of green lawn, giving them texture, a Pollock painting in progress.
Chimera (A Wild and Unrealistic Dream or Notion) All I want on a Sunday morning is to luxuriate in my laziness. I want to watch old movies with the volume turned up loud, the newspaper crackling as I shift my supine body on the couch, the words of duplicitous politicians and photos of narcissistic socialites … More Chimera
“When you’re standing at the cross roads, And don’t know which path to choose, Let me come along, ’cause even if you’re wrong I’ll stand by you” ~ The Pretenders *** Magnolia photo by me.
The sky opens up, a wet cut spilling it’s warm fluid. Inside, I watch the windows fog over, tracing absent hearts with melancholy fingertips. ***** Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online space where poets share their work and support each other. Today’s prompt: the dog days of summer.
Cool-ish is good enough in the dog days of August at 8:30 in the morning as I hose off the bamboo littered patio, anticipating my first sip of dark French roast and the pop of a fresh Georgia peach in my mouth. Dear Sunday morning, what is it about you that always starts out so … More Morning Meditation 8/10/14
June is only a few days away and already I can feel the first flush of real summertime in the air. The barest of breezes rustles the ferns and feels lukewarm on my bare arms. The cats are still as death lying in the patches of sunlight peeking through the Magnolia, the dogs trotting around … More Morning Meditation 5.25.14: Summer Coming On
One of my favorite blogs is Toemail where the blogger posts all kinds of interesting photos from around the world. She kind of specializes in feet and often posts pics of feet in interesting circumstances or doing beautiful and fun things. Just now, as I was looking through Toemail, I remembered a photo I took … More Summer Toes
On Delaronde street sweat runs beneath 200 year old oaks and between breasts, over gnarly roots and down the curve of a belly. Words of love, a melody in French, weave through the plumbago screen hiding a pristine white gallery and wafts on down the street, fading into the distant sounds of river traffic. Laughter … More Another Day On Delaronde