Smallstone #29

pressing the shutter an image appears,
edits take place
the visual pours into mind
through the heart and out the mouth;
Never Could I Have Imagined What You've Given Me.

Smallstone #28 rain taps the window

rain taps window by desk,
tears on cheeks awaken sound sleep.

Smallstone #27 by hand...

by hand:
blend brown and white sugars,
whisk 2 adobe shelled eggs,
turn in creamy peanut butter creating a honey liquid.
fold in dry ingredients;
teaspoon dropped/cross-hatched.
14 minutes of waiting and wafting;
1 minute to eat with ice cold milk.

Smallstone #26

it began with a dollop of water to the head from a scotch pine;
the earth drank its due
showing her satiation through
every leaf and branch and stone and the air.

Smallstone #25

silence;
response to what is.

Smallstone #24 mind, body and spirit

mind, body and spirit brought back to life with
eucaplytus moving through nasal passages while
spearmint finds its way to the neuropathways.

#23 soft sienna clayed earth

soft sienna clayed earth yields to footsteps as temperatures rise;
she drinks in melting snow.

Smallstone #22 bright shining smile

bright shining smile
soprano/alto voice
self-awareness beyond your years
articulation/distortion/fast/furious fusion
pouring out your Piscean fingers through your 7-string
into the gloaming;
and that will be that.

Smallstone #21 embracing this moment

embracing this moment;
heart pounding/mind racing/deep breath;
one one thousand, two one thousand,
coming and going,
still here.

Smallstone #20 ginger-ale...

gingerale bubbling down the back of the throat
followed by a shiver of cold that begins at the top of the shoulders,
down the inside of the arms and voila!
goosebumps!

Smallstone #19 pota and pans...

pots and pans all lined up like the ziegfeld follies;
they know how to stay still.

Smallstone #18 there were many...

There were many smallstones offered me today;
the magic of a posse of starlings, twenty or more, navigating the wind and the light poles
and; he asks, "Can you feel that?", after these little patches are attached at one end to my sacrum and the other to some square-boxed circuitry system with diodes. I say, "Whoa", as my flesh starts to ripple. He says, "I've barely just turned it on." I keep realizing just how sensitive I am.
Then, I open up to the first poem from Mary Oliver's latest offering, "A Thousand Mornings"; Mary IS the smallstone.

Smallstone #17 fettuccine pasta...

fettuccine pasta smothered in marinara sauce,
crumbled sweet & spicey sausage,
feta cheese soaked in olive oil,
velvet moon cabernet,
salt to taste,
abondanza.

Smallstone#16 there's no such thing

there's no such thing as a quiet house;
and then the refrigerator stops whirring
and the dryer shuts off
and the animals are at rest-
oh.

Smallstone #15

15a)
textured mauve queen anne recliner
winter sun penetrates cotton, no regard of frigid air
watching the self cherishing;
no judgement, no commentary.

15b)
cupping the back of my head with your knowing hand-
I am home

Small stone #14 the cats won't leave...

the cats won't leave each other alone,
Lucy's looking for hand-outs,
savoring the brine stained kalamata -
pit.

Smallstone #13 the light surprise

sun pours in the kitchen window,
cheese grater explodes with light,
small stone becomes my guide.

Smallstone #12 the emptied sycamore

the emptied scyamore, swaying with grace;
"there there...there there..."

Small Stone #11mint, camphor, cajaput...

camphor, cassia, cajaput, mint and olive oils are my allies tonight.
the sun sets,
the wind howls,
and the magic unguent sings through the epidermis.

Smallstone #10 sweet spice and rind...

sweet spice and rind of orange

co-mingle with boiling water

several sips taken

tea merges with hot flash,

how timely

SmallStone #9 Driving west on 285

driving west on 285, headed towards the setting sun,
wrapped in the power of the Ortiz and Sangre de Christo's;
reverie

Small Stone #8 Posse of starlings...

posse of starlings carried on the breath of wind from aspen to sycamore to juniper;
and the chimes provide the melody.

Small Stone #7 Some Days...

some days,
the wren brings the stone
to your door.

Orchid's Blush - Small Stone #6

blush of orchid's serenity
rooted in tadasana

Small Stone #5 Layers

deoderant, body lotion, underwear, camisole, tights, polartec slacks, turtleneck, wool sweater, down coat, cashmere scarf, muffler, hat, mittens, sunglasses.
open door...

Everything is a Prayer

everything is a prayer;
scrunch, scrunch, scrunch-snow packed walk
chimes compete echos silence
the prayer is answered.

Oh Christmas Tree...

oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree,
how well you served our house and welcomed all with your spice of pine.
one last long deep breath as I prepare you for your new home;
the earth awaits your company.

Don't Loose Yourself

she sang, "don't lose yourself, don't let yourself be lost"
and the boom and rattle of four thousand pounds of steel
shook to the beat of the bass

January 1, 2013 smallstone #1

douglas fir accepts a final watering
poinsettia shouts, "look at me!!"
magenta snap dragon sits deeply.