Last year, after careful research, planning, acquisition, and planting, the larch tree settled into its space in the back yard next to the ginkgo. Both trees were given extra water until fall. It kept the larch stress-free and made a big difference in the growth of the ginkgo this year. Both trees have been lush…
#FF — We’re All Set
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Luggage double-checked? Yes Passports and tickets? Yes, all in my attache. Hotel reservations? Yes, adjoining rooms off of the pool. Stop-mail and newspaper delivery notices confirmed? No, but Mary will collect them daily for us. Kids’ bags double-checked? Yes. Billy tried tried to pack Hermie. The school knows they will…
dVerse Haibun Monday and earthweal weekly challenge — (river) bed’s graveyard
Algae in a water sample from the St. Croix River, magnified about 200x. (Photo by Aiden T., student from Lee & Rose Warner Nature Center) Just as a forest provides a specialized ecosystem that includes shelter for its inhabitants along the food chain, so too does a river. Having grown up and lived my life…
TSM225 — Still. Listen.
Fierce air parched, dust runs red; shuffle the mine where the dead speak. Still. Listen. Auger turns, its wet whisper stirs gold. Cool shadow caves fill empty space; light of grace wings its way to quench. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.
The Beatles — Abbey Road Automatons
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earthweal OLW 133 and Suzanne’s Calm Reflections — Magnetic Poetry 082622 — life symphony
A thousand-life symphony’s run, bare beauty heaving, beat rain like raw, honeyed mist sprayed in Spring. Never swim fast through storm how I like; if I sit here and dream, you want me. Cool skin boils when frantic fingers drive. Water woman watch and chant language of blue for what was and why; she cry…
dVerse — MTB — Kiss of the Goddess
Quail from your downward darting kiss from Siegfried Sassoon’s, The Kiss quail skitter in yesterday’s green from under ferny parasols your face flickers, a cinema, downward; frayed cellulose reruns darting confabulation’s myth kiss me again, again ’til dust kiss without bed of delusion darting sparks; myth made manifest downward wrung, convergence breathes life your heart’s…
Tao-Talk 