Tag Archives: warmth

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Pathos

Beloved, what is my path?

I remember. You are gone and dead
I lie on my side, close my eyes
I feel your body behind mine
your arm tucked under me
your breath on my hair
your body warmth against me
your arm lying across my side
thighs and knees relaxed against mine
you are not gone and dead
as long as I can remember

Beloved, what is my path?

I remember. A path alone
so that I can see
so that I can hear
so that I can feel
so that I can write
Beloved, you set the path before me
a brief elaboration of a tube
Beloved, sometimes I want
Beloved, sometimes I say why
Beloved, sometimes I forget

And then I remember

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: March.

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Sunrise

I was at an AirBnB for a few days last week. The great blue heron landed in the top of the tree in the next yard before sunrise. Then she stayed there waiting and enjoying the warmth when the sun was up. Eventually an eagle headed for the tree. The heron took off and the eagle landed.

The next two mornings I did not see an eagle or a great blue heron in the tree, perhaps because it was gray and cold and overcast both mornings.

That is why we have such big trees in the Pacific Northwest, so that eagles and great blue herons can build massive nests.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: landing.

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Mundane Monday Challenge #152: chairs and sun

Good morning! I am continuing photrablogger’s Mundane Monday:Β  #152. The theme is something about chairs or sun or both.

Send a message and put a pingback and I will endeavor to collect and post them in next Monday’s post.

This photograph makes me dreamy. I wonder if chairs love the spring and the sun too?

Addendum: too dreamy. I already did 151! Changed to 152!