giving way
Posted on May 16, 2019
“How long before the eaves gave way
to the sky, or the bathroom floor
was jack-hammered to bone,
while the trees outside were left
to redirect the wind?
How quickly the den must have become more kitchen
and bedrooms lost their privacy. I see the books
we’d packed up and moved years ago
under a pile of fresh rubble, still sending off dust—
titles stunned to a babble
in gold leaf.”
~ Kristen Henderson
fishing buds
Posted on May 15, 2019
Joe and his pal are regulars on Comet Pond
although they have fished many lakes and ponds across New England
this is home for them
on this day they greeting me with happy faces
as Joe had just caught the biggest trout of the day
often the best part of exploring small towns and backroads
is the people (and animal friends) I meet along the way
timeless fashion
Posted on May 13, 2019
sweet anticipation led to insomnia
she rose before dawn
and dressed in the dark
the way home
Posted on May 12, 2019
“But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.”
~ Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
