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
I love the space of time before a storm when the clouds are running across the sky and the wind is screaming through the streets. As a kid, I used to sit on the carport and watch the trees, their … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Storm’s coming
“I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me, they are the role model for being alive.” —Gilda Radner It’s been a cold few days and nights in New Orleans. Temps have dropped as low … Continue reading Photo Friday: Sammy soaks up some D
The morning is heavy. It waits with stilled breath for shoving or parting, for breaking out or lying in. A lone woodpecker hammers diligently. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.9.14 – Nebulous
the sun teases cold weary hibernators lusting for palm fronds throwing shadows onto patio bricks, the cutting wind is alien in the land of temperate breezes, the icy rain unwelcome as we cover our heads in fleece-lined hoodies, cursing whatever god guided winter weather in the wrong direction while our shorts and tank tops wait impatiently for southern-kissed skin _______________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community of poets who share their work and support each other. Continue reading December Unrecognized
The air of this late spring morning feels untouched and smells of the sweet perfume of possibility, clear and utopian. I want to grab this time and wrap it around my body, luxuriating in the ‘Now’ of it, rubbing it into every pore, plumping my skin with its temperate gentleness to last through summer’s fire and the rain-whipped rage of the season that shall go un-named. Continue reading Morning Meditation
Charlotte Hamrick 