Category: Morning Meander

Early, early – fireflies and Perseids
dance together with me in the meadow.

I can’t always tell which is which.
and that’s magical.

How is this going to work, then,
this week of peace?

I’ve already undermined myself with work to do before I can feel peaceful.
At least I planned ahead to undermine myself?

All the folk gather – from all over the world,
safely masked by distance and tech.
Welcome back together, friends!

Summer rain,
Coolth,
A slow saunter around the meadow,
We all stop to sniff the flowers.

Some of us try eating them, I’ll let you guess who.

Tonight, tonight, tonight!

I have an evening habit of going outdoors
to give the dogs their moment, of course,
but that’s not the whole of the thing.

I have an evening habit of going outdoors
and I look at the sky –

Clouds or moon or Hunter
Last night it was the Mama Bear
and the just-more-than-First-Quarter moon
and Jupiter
and Saturn
and Arcturus

And I realized.
I go out to check on my friends.

Early to bed,
Early to rise,
Quiet drive through empty streets at sunrise,
Find my way,
Carry my craft,
New water!

Oooh! more of a current than expected,
that was an adventure!
So, turn up this way where it’s wider, slower,
Softer.

And drift back.

Home in time for coffee.

I hear you, friend.
Send that letter.
If you don’t believe in yourself today, I’m your Great Aunt and *I’ll* believe in you for you.

It’s not cold, but it’s damp and cool enough for a shawl,
a multi-colored shawl which was a beautiful, thoughtful gift,
long and wide and silky enough to use for a headscarf when that’s what’s needed.

Thunderstorms have been brewing, but they have not really covered us in glorious power yet this week, I would like that, some glorious thunderstorm power.

Thick air, steep path, woolen socks
when I long to be barefoot, but that would go badly.
We went further than we did yesterday
— a lot further —
and now there’s coffee.

I am exactly where I should be.

I didn’t want to turn on the light this morning.
The shade of cool grey out there is absolutely perfect,
some amalgam of cloud and fog
and a drizzle threatened, but not until later,
and the light is filtered into a gentle, cozy sort of daylight
that is not bold, but rather, kind.

Thick air,
thick green,
thick branches,
assailed on morning walk by thickness.

Today will not be a clear broth, then, but a thick stew.
Better get out the sketchbook and the good pencils.