in this year of loss upon loss upon heartbreak
my hand on my mother's heart as she drew her last breath
this year of drought and shimmering heat
my hand on my mother's heart as she drew her last breath
this year of drought and shimmering heat
...
A Moment in Time
the haze of wildfires hung low in the sky
and we drifted under the almost full harvest moon.
...
the lake: early evening, coming homei awoke to gray skies and no birdsong,
a breeze that teased of wet possibilites.
...
Her prose is beautiful too...here's a sampling:
...leaves lay like wounded butterflies on the porch outside my front door. grasshoppers cling to my window screens, as do lizards and moths, and temperatures at last below 100 lure me into the night once again, my old habits also returning.
- Standing on the Equinox
...it's been a summer of heat and wind and grassfires and defensively watering trees and lawns in the face of no rain - but this wind was the edge of a hurricane and it came in and didn't stop.
- what you can't see in this picture: for connie jean, who packed suitcases and waited
wow! i followed your link from my sitemeter, intrigued by your blog name and, well, it's been a long hard day, and i will admit you made me cry. thank you so much. so much.
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debi