Three children run in circles under the warm shade of an oak tree too tall to soften the searing heat. Bare feet clap with the cool grass -- earth worms piously churn the soil to renew the wet skin of Nature. Three children careless of the perspiration bleeding through their pores, and heedless of the… Continue reading Picket Fences
Frozen in place for a while longer while seagulls crack open clams perfectly chilled and salted just so Still but for the gentle vibrations and storm-tossed shakes of the brittle branch stretching over a sleeping spirea Warmed from mid-day to near dusk when the sun beats down between the solid roof and the weak limbs… Continue reading Blossom
A friend recently asked me about Time.
Sometimes meditation doesn't go the way you like.
Dani Doucette 