prepared to take flight
n the soft gray air
yet remaining
still
quietly sharing life
for them
thoughts appear while standing by the creamy smooth sink
feet planted at days beginning or end as eyes take in a garden of memories
hoping that each moment might shine as a vibrant blue bottle
that you recall the comfort and love stitched for life
bright shadows whisper of growth around each leaf
along with the plump ripeness of each experience
I linger here in this everyday spot smiling through a tear drop
hoping that somewhere you are sitting pretty
feet planted at days beginning or end as eyes take in a garden of memories
hoping that each moment might shine as a vibrant blue bottle
that you recall the comfort and love stitched for life
bright shadows whisper of growth around each leaf
along with the plump ripeness of each experience
I linger here in this everyday spot smiling through a tear drop
hoping that somewhere you are sitting pretty
a visit north to emilys this day ... then down the road emma tree tomorrow for others sitting pretty ...
as we walk
angles and lines mix with softness and motion
seen through the eyes of days beginning and end
this is our crepe myrtle bush, my dog Sam was anxious to keep walking so this was my shot
later this week I'll be "Sitting Pretty " along with a special friend from down the road
with some shadows . blue glass . a block of wood and a ripe tomato
a truth
the nest of paper is comfort
between crisp folded connections
while lingering between empty and full
nothing profound . just random thoughts about how life can be at times
a soft gift
a hushed second
a towering favorite
a wavering season
a comforting table
a gathering light
through the drops
gazing through the blinds past the raindrop streaked window
my street swelled to a rushing river down a concrete hill
grasping at any hope amid tear filled eyes
the gracious web fluttered in the wind
yet still holding on ... as will I
we received eight inches of rain in a matter of hours from Tropical storm Hermine
our family room took in some of the rain . we are wet but safe
our family room took in some of the rain . we are wet but safe
wrought iron wednesday
amid daily curves and flakes
worn blooms against smooth stone
a hanger found in a parking lot ... shaped like a guitar
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