Dawn Breezes

Coffee with cream,

steaming into dawn as

a sweet breeze sifts my hair.

Eyes closed in stillness

I hear the ocean in these rustling, rustling leaves

as if the trees speak in the language of waves.

And I wonder if, instead

it’s the ocean calling with the voices of trees.

As the rising steam moves softly sideways and away

I imagine these trees speaking of the shore

as

the ocean dreams of the forest.

And coffee with cream

shifts the waves

of morning leaves.

 

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A Little Uncertainty

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We are heading into uncertain times. The Magic 8 Ball, shaken,

says, “Future Unclear; try again later.”

I can be brave if you’re with me; we’ll hold hands and lean in.

You walk with me and I’ll walk with you.

We are stronger together.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

Dappled Light

Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

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Some days, it’s hard to tell what I need more, the shade or the sunshine.

This tree, though, I need this tree.

I need this tree more than this tree needs me

or any of us.

The only ones who needs us, it turns out, are each other.

Sunshine and shade.

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Howdy Bub: It is what you think

For My Grandmother

She was born Theodora Putnam Downing; her family instantly named her Bimby. She loved her friends and her family fiercely and delightedly–but not, ever on the phone. Talking with Bimby on the phone went pretty much like this.

“Hello? Oh, it’s good of you to call. I’ll call you next time. Bye.”

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