The school bus comes early, carrying children with sleepy eyes and silent tongues. Somehow, little K and I scramble to make it to the stop just in time. I high five the air in my head as I stroll back home, taking the long way back. As I watch my feet taking slow steps, I … Continue reading 24- The sweeper’s song
Monday woke up to these pretty blooms in my garden. Tell me, is it possible to be blue?
The road opens thoughts, the pool somehow stills them. Perhaps, it's the unfamiliar nature of movement which prevents the thoughts from doing what they do best, distract. In a brief moment, under the skies and in the water, I had a wild thought. A post a day on this blog for a month. Is it … Continue reading 31- The week that was
Yellow leaves sit snug Between blades of grass One leaf falls Another follows And so the song goes on...
what lies inside jewelled waters? only the mist knows shifting shapes swirling secrets the leaves watch in speechless silence as they shimmer a final dance