“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


A Texas Evening Falling Slowly

A slow falling evening under the dogwood blossoms.

I walk through the softness of the quiet,
blue jay feathers on the grass at my feet,
the memory of raspberry sorbet still on my tongue.

There are yellow and red roses next door
in the garden of the empty House of the Red Door
bunny rabbit lights are still up across the street,
out of focus, shimmery,
hanging quite dejectedly from a Japanese maple;
the blue lights on our side are down,
gone just today.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.

There is once again silence,
just the ticking of the clock,
counting off the moments,
the past the past, the now right here.
A time for every purpose under heaven.

I move through the house;
it will be a night for candles.
perhaps reading


  1. a good night for candles .. hang
    in there debi ..the dogwood is fabulous!

  2. I so love dogwood... and sorbet~ xxxVicki

  3. Bring in the soft light. Walk slowly. Begin healing.


    p.s. congrats on Somerset Life!!!

  4. Beautiful. Yes, a time for everything, sadness, grief, hope and joy. Sometimes all at once. It feels like you are there, able to take it all in, not just the sadness. And I am glad.

  5. coming into a peace. the dogwoods are lovely and pure.

  6. The Gift

    Tell me what words would give you strength, support and encouragement and I will gladly say them. Tell me what words would lift your spirits, free you from grief, pain and sorrow and I will no sooner have it said.
    For I am at lost for those words that I feel I need so badly to say and I do not want to be a helpless bystander with nothing left to do. All I have to offer is an ear to bend, a shoulder to cry on, arms to hold close and a heart with never ending love.
    No one knows what tomorrow may bring, so I say, rejoice in the day at hand! Today and every day that we awaken to is a gift that God has given us...
    We shall use it wisely.
    (I wrote this fro Mark's mom in 1997, but it does seem to fit here too).

  7. I remember my mom once saying she loves dogwood blossoms because they look as though they have fallen from the sky and softly landed on each branch. They are so beautiful.


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