Some clichés are true
Like the road less taken
The smaller roads are not out of the way
They are the way
Let’s ride
NaPoWriMo Day 18
Some clichés are true
Like the road less taken
The smaller roads are not out of the way
They are the way
Let’s ride
NaPoWriMo Day 18
Three monuments on the grounds of the Texas Capitol.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Monument
Overslept
Long lines at the gas pump
Freight train stopped on the tracks
Empty slots on the grocery store shelves
A day of deep sighs
Teeth gnashing, nose crinkling
At dusk, I refill the hummingbird feeder
As it lurks on the fence
I turn to its chirps to explain my lateness
And realize I was wrong all along
The swirling, sherbet sunset awaits, as promised
The sunrise had greeted me and will do so again
The day was right on time
NaPoWriMo Day 13
My heart lurches each time Luna stumbles
Often now, over paths she’s taken a million times
She prances in the cool breeze
I let her chase me for a few steps
Happy to be caught, paying my ransom
In scratches behind her ears
Her breathing is labored after the frolicking
Mine is shallow in empathy
We converge in the moment of
Unconditional love
NaPoWriMo Day 4
Bushes and trees rustle with songs and flutters of waking birds.
Screeches and trills of the night fade in the last moments of darkness.
Nocturnals and diurnals alight in treetop way stations
Crossing paths as they make their way to roost
Or complete their morning ablutions before beginning their search for food.
As the east announces itself, I revel in the beauty of another day’s potential.
NaPoWriMo Day 2