August 12, 2011 Small Stones
homage by Teri H Hoover
The willow pays homage to the waterfall.
White clouds of mourning remembered...
she is missing more than dreaming.
In her wakefulness she slides under the edges of silent becoming.
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| Backyard willow, Blacksburg, VA Aug 12, 2011 August slips by amidst the ongoing rush of house guests and yellow willow leaves. The busy-ness has served to move me forward after the year of focus (overt and underlying) on the wedding preparations for my daughters wedding. I can feel the pull of summer's cicadas during the day and the crickets at night. Windows finally can be left open as the temperatures back off during the nights into the 60's. I am reunited with all I love about summer Undercurrents of melancholy swirl and dissipate, I am grateful for the circles in my life. The friends that continue to come back into my days with insights and laughter. The family that allows me opportunity to be helpful and a husband that watches it all-giving time and space and love. Love in small things. |
