One lone Great Blue Heron, sailing past
effortlessly, as the sun sets and their day comes to a close.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
6.26.15 The unmistakable feel
The
unmistakable feel of early morning hours
as
we slip into this awaiting day
6.25.15 Love and our youthful plans
So often we have this conviction, when
parenting
that it is WE who will figure out how to do
such a wonderful job,
knowing and loving and raising our offspring...
that they
will be exempt from challenges .
And really see who we are; know what we are
capable of.
Love is actually far more complex than that,
and
often affords us precious experiences
we never even thought to include
in our
youthful plans .
6.24.15 Oh, I tried to lure them
Last night I came upon
them
so small, hovering by the
closed window, past the old cabinet
Brought in, sleeping, amongst the cut garden greens
so small, hovering by the
closed window, past the old cabinet
Brought in, sleeping, amongst the cut garden greens
Oh, I tried to lure them
into a clear cup, envelope to cover
to help bring them back home
as they anxiously flew about the room
into a clear cup, envelope to cover
to help bring them back home
as they anxiously flew about the room
Only this morning
an answer to my bedtime prayers
I catch sight of their tiny native bee body
struggling in a resident spider's web
struggling in a resident spider's web
It is with apologies to the spider as we
all must eat, that I gently
scoop the small figure finally into the cup
carefully bringing them to the back yard
pulling off the envelope
urging them to fly free back
all must eat, that I gently
scoop the small figure finally into the cup
carefully bringing them to the back yard
pulling off the envelope
urging them to fly free back
from whence they came
