Thursday, 3 February 2011

Thirty-fourth Stone

Even on a rainy cloud
covered morning
there is a moment
when the world shifts
from dark to light.

A blink.

I stare through
the slats at the darkness
glance down at my fan
cactus, look up and
see the sticks and twigs
of the sugar maple
canopy outlined
against a lighter dark.

Even on a rainy cloud
covered morning
the shift from dark to
light lightens my spirit.

Thirty-third Stone

Sign of spring:
Land's End catalogue --
pastel colours and
beach wear.

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

Thirty-second Stone

Okay, I lied. I will still use this to post shorts, but I won't be regular. I am going to post over at Writing Our way Home, as well.

Outside, fog drifts
in shades of grey
and white. Inside,
bubbles bolognese
on the stove,
colouring the air red.

Monday, 31 January 2011

Thirty-first Stone

Walking along the river banks
picking up small stones, I
drop some back with a clatter,
others, I skip over the water,
but some, I dip into the water
and watch their true colours emerge.
Those I place in my pocket.
I come across other stone pickers
and we share the stones
we have found and we find
the river together.

Last stone...I'll be over at Writing Our Way Home. If you haven't joined Fiona's and Kaspa's latest venture, come look. It's quite something.
My page:
I'm also to be found at: http://margoroby@wordpress.cpm

Sunday, 30 January 2011