Grandmother Moon sits nestled in her blue sky nestas the wild wind blows across her beautiful face.The clouds grow bigger and spreadfrom horizon to horizon.They bring rain to replenishthe Earth and the trees,who have waited patiently for a drink.
I smell the olive trees scenting the air with their sweet sweet perfume. Every year I wait for them to bloom. It is such a delight to drive along to do some homely chore, and without warning the inward breath is filled with that lovely odor. And this is the season for the sacred… Continue reading Summer Goings On
The sky glows yellow and reflects light from the sun, after it has gone below the horizon. The air is still, and full of flying creatures, all on their way to find a place to rest for the night. I rise, gently, to a height where the sun can be seen in the distance, as… Continue reading Flying
September morning moonbeams light the side of our gondola. We cruise the western horizon in our hot air balloon. Aurora fairies fly next to us and swing upon the ballast ropes. Twinkling eyes glitter in the waning dark as they speed off to greet the rising sun. Higher we rise, the naked flame of the… Continue reading September Moon Balloon
The sky is alive It smells like night Crickets chirp from juniper trees The breeze is warm Stars dazzle my eyes Hours spent counting meteorites and moving chairs around the fire Making spark people for the dogs to chase Cold sips of a malty craft brew Long, deep discussions Comfortable quiet pauses while… Continue reading Northern July Night
Earthshine colors the misty sky with a pink chiffon veil, as this part of the Earth turns toward the sun. The western mountains glow pink as the sun rises over the eastern peaks. The air comes alive with flyers, sparrows and jays, starlings and doves. Their chatters echo across the gully. Golden sunlight glistens on… Continue reading First Morning of May
Each time I look up, Orion swings his club a little further to the west in the night sky. Soon he will be off to his summer place, and not be up for us to see, until early morning. We will have to wake before the sun is up to see Orion rise in the… Continue reading Summer Is Coming
A change in the angle of light through the windows, a new mood in the air, which is full of birds, other wings and flower petals. Songs, chirps, the buzz of bees, dog barks echo across the gully. The breeze rustles through leaves, and flags and any loose thing, the sounds of something new. Sweet… Continue reading She Stirs
Cold scent of a clear winter night, Jack rabbit hides under shadowy sagebrush. Spare light from far off porches and a fingernail moon reflects on frost coated ground. A dog’s bark in the distance, echoes across the rocky gully. Orion shimmers in the East, his nebula like a piece of white down, floating between his… Continue reading A Long Way to Walk
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