Lessons in Physical Education Lines of freshmen girls intersect at the locker room door, making way to second period Phys. Ed.
My little terrier tenderly nudged his nose toward something behind me as I brought him back into the house. I unhooked his leash, not realizing his curiosity and concern were grounded on an injured chickadee lying belly-up—just a foot from us.
Wings of Grace We caught glimpses of gold on our Sunday walk. The glow was as though we were listening to brass— as if nature’s baritones commingled with the horn of the high-pitched piccolo.
An Unexpected Comfort October skies thin. Carnal colors fall at my feet. Nature’s busy needles knit glowing cloaks of color, embroidered in piercing reds.
Autumn Surrender Night rain leaves traces on autumn floor. Morning light lays slant on beads of rain. October breeze towels leaves dry.
October Rose I sauntered along the border of the shimmering parking lot, past shiny-leafed plants laden with day-long drizzle. I lingered in October rain, admired the quench of leaves surrounding a show of pink roses.
Foliage on fire; Blaze of color cascades down, Douses boughs of fir.
A Variation on Vows Guests arrive for the celebration. Neat wrappings wait to lay crinkled. Pressed formals hang in garment bags, not knowing their fate.
For years, our unspoken promise— meet each school day at Park and Weston. We clutched books ‘til red lines formed in the soft places of our arms.
Cicadas’ songs lulled summer to sleep. Now the crunch of fall’s carpet crush under my feet. I pull up my collar to block the nip in the air.
Twenty-four nurses trailed into the room. They found seats within the circular configuration of chairs, where I sat. A mound of rocks rested in the middle of the circle.
I’m learning more about myself through prayer and cleaning closets. **** My early morning habit is to slip away for some still moments and steep in prayer and silence.