“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

1.18.2015

how the morning moves


it starts slowly,
with achy knees and a yowling cat, and, if lucky, with sunshine.
it needs a hug, dragging last night's dreams into the daylight.
it moves at the sunday speed of life.

this tree.  last weekend in the rain, this weekend in the sun, hips curving a welcome to the tulip tree bursting with early buds.  a texas january, each weekend new.  from freezing to warm and then back again.  swaying this way and that.

this day starts with unseen crows, a sound against the sky.  i open the door and there is a singing bird i can't name, its song drifting past me, its last notes dropping into the house.  feng shui, east texas style.

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what do you really want?, she'd asked me.  i had to think.  a house in the woods, i eventually said, or no, a house in the country, near the woods.  she didn't laugh, but when we finished talking, i walked through the early evening, the last of the christmas lights almost gone, and i thought maybe not.  my favorite lights were still up, white lights teeter tottering along the sidewalks and the path to a front porch.  where in the country near the woods would i find such lights?  would it matter?  it would, i think, but maybe not.  would wild flowers be a replacement, could i wait for spring?

i passed the lights, a drizzle of rain dotting the sidewalk, streetlights casting shadows of trees before me, moving with me, with each step, and i fell into not thinking.

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last night i dreamed of death and a bridal cake, plain with white frosting.  the crows that woke me flew into my dream and out, black wings against my face.  i remember nothing else but the sunshine against the window when i opened my eyes.

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photo textures by kim klassen.  i used a ton.  

7 comments:

  1. sheer beauty.
    that tree picture - you completely amaze me. it's stunning.

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  2. I thought that image was some embroidery or hand made paper or well, I wasn't sure, but its a photo! amazing.

    "hips curving a welcome to the tulip tree bursting with early buds."

    yessss ...

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  3. oh my... yes, the image of the tree is stunning in and of itself, but these words out-stun it... what a beautiful word painting. gorgeous.

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  4. Your words are like a beautiful heirloom quilt that I want to handle gently and admire all the stitching.

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  5. gasp. I have no words. None. Ok, eight.

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  6. I love how it comes full circle--from sunshine to sunshine. Beautiful, delicate structure.

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  7. Beautiful words with your photo art

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