A Small Stone

For the first time in a very long time, I was inspired to write first thing in the morning.

Snowball puffs on moss covered limbs

Make brilliant a gray dawn

Michelin Man -AROS

One little Michelin Man marshmallow cloud in the west

Glows brilliant among the others’ dull grayness

Chosen by a single rising sunbeam

My small stone first thing this morning. A blessing reminder that one solitary being can light up the sky. 

Take Notice

My yard is not luscious green, rather rich red clay

Sprouting milkweed and dandelions, smiling at the freedom

I relish the rustic wilderness that welcomes crow and squirrel

Hummingbirds flutter with cardinals and giant bumble-bees

Buzz in the warmth, drunk on Bleeding Hearts

Wild Mountain Dogwoods bloom beside budding Blackberries

Cocks crow next door while chicks chirp in the office

Inspired by distant friends to halt the busyness and take notice