Dear Faux Fall, You are a tease; promising delight but delivering nothing but tastes of heaven that disappear by noon. You fool the golden rod. The sourwood blushes at your promises. But your 55 degree mornings don’t fool me. I know the birds are joyously singing, all of them awake and happier than they have … Continue reading Faux Fall
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Monet’s Forest
I walked through a painting today...or it felt like it anyway. Spring is one of my favorite seasons because of the greens. There are so many shades; too many to name. Hues and tints begin at the foot of the mountain and work their way up, and it’s not planting time until the trees are … Continue reading Monet’s Forest
A Stunning Display
I thought it was a drone. I was driving down the road and out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement. A dark object hovering or falling maybe. I live in the country, so drones aren’t the norm. Turning to get a better look, I saw that it was not a drone … Continue reading A Stunning Display
The Sparrow
It’s been a year since Dad died. A year since the excruciating day we said our goodbyes. November 13. It seems like yesterday and a decade ago all at the same time. Funny how time warps itself when traumatic situations occur. I am somewhere in the folded pages of that time trying to find my … Continue reading The Sparrow
Real Fall
Golden light filtered through my window creating a morning altar…the whole room alight with silent comfort. I rise and follow the light to my back porch, watching it rise and cover the valley. Filtering between the trees, waking the birds and their songs, even the tree frogs acknowledge the light. No creature is immune from … Continue reading Real Fall
National Treasures
It is no secret I am a nature lover. I feel connected to the trees. The birds are the soundtrack of my life. The babbling waters of creeks and rivers my companions. When a tree is cut down I feel it in my bones. I know it has to happen sometimes, but it hurts me. … Continue reading National Treasures
Memorial Day
I am struggling. There I said it. Seeing it on the page in black and white helps me define my last few weeks. It’s been almost 6 months since Dad passed, but for some reason I have had a wave of emotion that feels fresh and new. Painful again. I am aware that grief doesn’t … Continue reading Memorial Day
My Feet Know the Way
On the first step onto the trail, my feet found their place. Each step forward they seemed to carry me of their own accord. They were joyful to be back in the woods. Ecstatic to feel the dirt of the path. I have been avoiding the trails as of late. Not even aware I was … Continue reading My Feet Know the Way
The Small Things
I slide out of my bed and pull on my yellow shorts and striped yellow and white tank top. My bare feet pad quietly out of the bedroom. He sits on the porch. Watching the waves roll in. Never a coffee drinker, his hands instead caress his camera. Dad. Taking in the sunrise with his … Continue reading The Small Things
The Storm
The rain on my rooftop stills my heart. The thunder rolls around and through the valley, reminding me that storms are mobile. They do not stay forever. The deluge pounds the shelter over my head. It rolls down outside my window like a waterfall, creating a familiar hiss. The lightning and thunder are having a … Continue reading The Storm
Michelle's Mosaic 