Reflective Writing
From the old, wood framed window, across from my bed, I saw a flock of white bellied geese flying by in their greater than, less than sign in the sky. It was so early in the morning, the alarm clock still had over an hour's worth of minutes to tick through. Alarming me with their … Continue reading Morning Geese
In a large ancient forest, there was a historic pond known for its prestigious family of toads, the Keeton's. For over five hundred years, the Keeton family has governed the pond and all of it's inhabitants. The Keeton family were known for their intelligence, bravery, and athletic skill. They kept to a set of practical … Continue reading The Toad who Sang (Children’s Story)
Light tinkers, crawls over lichen-painted oak and dangling moss. Up and higher it climbs, striding over darkness with a big transparent foot. Dawn’s white cuff forms around the softening moon changing night to broken shadows. Like a ladder, imprints of glowing squares topple over the treetop, the leaf top. Dew is a smoke screen under … Continue reading Morning Moments
Glimpses Gentle currents of fall breeze curl over a patch of prairie land. Around the sun clouds drift casting golden mirages on browning ground. Long lost tales under crispy leaves tan, turning red before winter drawing near. Just like coves of blankets like a dome over my bed evermore dimming quiet and about silent, hibernating … Continue reading Now and Then
There, a green meadow, just beyond the wooded shade open grass, long blades, belly barren from winter one slow pausing step, watching, listening careful not to trust clear day too much sunlight over my nose moist, lifting eyes of beaded brown stare upon spring patches, watering mouth, luring, stepping, step bowing my head, I eat … Continue reading The Green Meadow
