Friday, November 28, 2014

November Thanks

     Words and image by Mary Bach

There is a clear, cold light
this November morning,
and last night’s powdering of snow
transforms the ridge.

The trees weave an intricate
design of branches 
studded here and there
with chickadees, jays, cardinals.

Walking through the garden
I am warmed by
your hand
in mine.

Over at dVerse Poets' Pub Brian asked us to write about something we are thankful for.  

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Sky Light

    image from

You and I, we build
a scaffolding of sighs
reaching to the closer clouds.
Our fears
are not of flying,
but falling
back to earth
with those
who go about their lives
as if the sky was only empty,
as if it did not contain wonders,
as if it was not the threshold
to heaven.

This is a late 55 for all the Toads and other garden dewllers over at the Imaginary Garden.  
Click on the link and check it out!