On Easter

     Photo by Mary Bach

This morning the moon  

begins to wane

in the lightening sky.

Mourning doves call to

you, you, you

but jays and wrens and barn swallows

are chirping too.

Outside the window

there are ten thousand branches, more

that were dead,

now, near bursting

with a million, million buds.

Don’t tell me there are no miracles.

Thank you for the prompt of a 55 word piece, and the subject of Easter in the Imaginary Garden with Flash 55 Plus.  This is also for Day #5 of PAD.  Happy Easter or Sunday or whatever you are celebrating today.

On Time

     Image by crilleb50

“We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.”  -H.G. Wells

I wait for the 12:15 miracle.

It’s late,

but still I sit and wait.

How else will I get to Schenectady?

Written for The Mag creative writing group.  Click on the link and check it out.

Every Day

    Photo credit: Google Images Free-photos.biz

Another day, another sunrise, another miracle

scattered along the path.

Ho hum.

I count them off with tally marks

 otherwise I would lose track

Smooth stones

each one makes ripples in the pool

as I drop them

plunk

     plunk

          plunk

the circles spread apart

farther and farther

Shadows meet and bow and dance


This was written for Mr. Know-it-all's Flash 55 where you can find a whole bunch of 55 word gems.

Potluck Poetry - Did You Notice?

Did You Notice?

We are
Rapt
In a cocoon
Of
Miracles