11/30/04

On this date beloved haiku adopted. With this kiss, Kodiak would be 56.  Kindred. Life continues. Stones like stories to be collected.  Memories, of course.  Shared.  

Light

Daybreak.  Ot evening. I turn on two lamps when winter evening arrives. Calms.  Almost candle-like.  Meditative.  I might put the kettle on. Will you stay for tea?  Time of the year to buy an amaryllis or two.   Memories. 

If I were to imagine

the eye of copper?  Or perhaps, the soul of copper.  

 

Why I love cities

especially SF!  Feet rewarded by the visually unexpected.  All in plain sight for all urban explorers.  

Can I catch a ride?

Patiently, waiting for a response.  Well, impatiently.  

Will the center hold?

 Stay tuned.  The world watches.

This is the first line of a novel.

Perhaps, being rewritten in this moment.   Is the book's title, "Home" or "Leaves?"

Somewhere

 I would like to be, especially in the coming months.

Something is being

finely crafted.  

Could it be the sentence to calm us 

the paragraph to root us in community?  

Will there be sparks?   

 

What is the confluence of color and texture

trying to tell me.  Why am I not listening?  What story wishes to unfold?   

 

Fall is full of color

and with a pond at the ready, most trees love a good reflection.  In fact, will stand on their head.  Headstands are not my thing?  

You?   

Beginning?

Or end?