a balmy late morningsunlight falling across my lapamid the sounds of city trafficthe unfamiliar call of a birdperhaps on a rest stopto even more southern climesor one of the neighborhood blue jays practicing impressionsand waiting for peanuts Continue reading Morning Meditation: A call unfamiliar
On 13 Days of Rain Hush now, dog! There’s nuthin’ on the front porch but an empty chair rockin’ in the rain spatter drippin’ off the roof. Thunder’s rappin’ an a-rollin’ and lightnin’s doin’ the stanky leg ‘cross the sky … Continue reading On 13 Days of Rain
Cool mist on my face I walk without umbrella to feel nature’s breath *** Continue reading NaPoWriMo 23/30: April
Hush now, dog! There’s nothin’ on the front porch but an empty chair rockin’ in the rain spatter drippin’ off the roof. Thunder’s rappin’ an a-rollin’ and lightenin’s doin’ the stanky leg ‘cross the sky – yeah, it’s loud enough to wake the dead but they best stay sleepin’ lest they float away. Continue reading On 13 Days of Rain
A frog croaks in my backyard, he knows the rains are coming. Another joins in and they sing a chorus separately and together. The air is ripe with humidity, moments suspended in invisible droplets. The rains are coming and all I want to do is sleep. Continue reading Up One Day, Down the Next
A slow rain falls and thunder rumbles, its sound waves rolling over tree tops and through glass and concrete. Inside, wet dogs lie and coffee percolates. I pull the soft plum fleece up to my chin, dozing to the plink of fat raindrops on the roof. Continue reading Morning Meditation
Charlotte Hamrick 