Blades of grass poke up through dark ovals in quartets deer tracks in the snow.
White, fluffy flakes dance pirhouette in the soft wind and fall to the earth.
Morning comes again light touching shattered windows debris littered streets empty tear gas canisters remnants of anger and pain.
I’ve been running since August. I’ve always loved running, but haven’t been able to do it consistently since I had back surgery in my 20’s. Fibromyalgia pain on top of that made running seem impossible. My last race was the Hospital Hill 10k/Half-Marathon in 1987. (www.hospitalhillrun.com) I never thought I’d run in a race again.Continue reading “Running for Dan”
Clear and round Water droplets hang suspended from bare branches. I see the water droplets almost every morning now. My blog is subtitled “Trying to Find The Words.” That is the difficulty and the joy of writing. How do you convey in language the myriad images and feelings that come to mind when you seeContinue reading “Water droplets”
Early morning the dark sky holds a single pearl the luminous moon.
Spider webs sticky strands jeweling dew catch the early light.
Drops of cold rain fall gently on the fallen leaves under the bare trees.
Green blades frosted white, the Fall grass sleeps silently, under the crescent moon.
Pinpoints of light scattered across the dark sky a clear, cold morning.