The forecast called for rain…

Dark mirroron a moody, dark morning… 

One vine

but I headed out anyway, just to explore… 


and all along the way…


there was something beautiful to see…

 Puddle path

and soon the sun came out from behind the hills…

Gold mirror 

shine on. 


Forever – is composed of Nows



Forever – is composed of Nows –

‘Tis not a different time –

Except for Infiniteness –

And Latitude of Home –


From this – experienced Here –

Remove the Dates – to These –

Let Months dissolve in further Months –

And Years – exhale in Years –


Without Debate – or Pause –

Or Celebrated Days –

No different Our Years would be

From Anno Dominies –


– Emily Dickinson




walking through yesterday

Blue sky2

  Over the bridge


  Glow bike


Jug and boots 


August Break – Day 8



Let Evening Come


Let the light of late afternoon

shine through chinks in the barn, moving

up the bales as the sun moves down.


Let the cricket take up chafing

as a woman takes up her needles 

and her yarn. Let evening come.


Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned

in long grass. Let the stars appear

and the moon disclose her silver horn.


Let the fox go back to its sandy den.

Let the wind die down. Let the shed

go black inside. Let evening come.


To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop

in the oats, to air in the lung

let evening come.


Let it come, as it will, and don’t

be afraid. God does not leave us

comfortless, so let evening come. 


Jane Kenyon



August Break – Day 7

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