The morning sky today easily put some blush upon my face too. 😊🙏 Windows I’d just cleaned yesterday on both sides, including the glass door, and yes, my plants are looking more alive again, was excited to wake up today and see what the view would be through such clear glass… And there was another…… Continue reading Unfolding The Way With Sky Blushes, A Falling Book, And A Suddenly Seen Keurig Machine
Tag: 19th century
A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…
The literary salon begins with some blush… Yesterday afternoon, ‘Rumi’ black tea in a glass with a splash of almond milk. Autumn begins tomorrow…🍂😊 I send you my morning wishes and return to the salon with a cup of green tea and glimpsing the sky between sips as its colors lighten and merge… * Today…… Continue reading A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…
My Poems, A Budding Playlist, and a Very Practical Thing
The eighteen poems I’d written since April I’ve found complete as of last night and I can continue submitting to magazines all of them now as I write more for my next book. There was a storm last night, no thunder, a little wind and rain, and I read my last-to complete-poem with the note…… Continue reading My Poems, A Budding Playlist, and a Very Practical Thing
A Poem For Night
* ‘Is that a pillow you are giving me?’ ‘Yes, to rest your pretty head, and a poem to go with it that is yours now, too— an apple for me? please.’ * Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard by Leigh Hunt (a poem)
I Might Enter The Story To Leave It
Besides maybe two sentences describing something in nature and a couple of descriptions of physical beauty without judgmental commentary, the only thing I liked about The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne was my own idea for me to enter the book as a character, meet the woman there, and say to her, “I am leaving here.…… Continue reading I Might Enter The Story To Leave It
A Key That Gleams
I thought of The Secret Garden, how I questioned the idea of a garden just for some people and not everyone; it seemed unfair. I considered today, maybe this could be more than a garden or a public place, maybe something that isn’t a lie, but a thought of yours, a memory, or a dream may…… Continue reading A Key That Gleams
