Spatter

Composition

I compose my life
bold strokes and vibrant color -
a picture painted.

More Sunday Scribblings

Life Goes On

What was is no more
Like a shadow passing by -
Life goes on.

Coffee Haikus

The other day Colleen at Loose Leaf Notes mentioned that Sally at Cafe del Sol  had challenged people to write haikus about coffee for an upcoming reading at Spoken Word Night.  While I won't be attending the event, I thought I'd contribute:

Aromatic beans
A perfectly blended brew
Dripping down cup filled.

and another...

A good cup of Joe
In morningtime or at night
Trusted companion.

Me And My Camera

I stop to take in
the world around me.
A moment in time captured.

Captured Moments

As noted in a previous post, I've been going through old photographs to get them into Adobe Lightroom. As I do, lots of memories perk to the surface...yet at the same time...I look upon these captured moments quizzically as if they were a dream.

Old photos reveal
a time that was then 'today'.
Shadows of our lives.

A post by Becca cited an excerpt from Anne Morrow Lindbergh's  "A Gift Fom The Sea" as a source of reflection about finding balance in our lives.  But down further in the text itself she quoted another line from the book that resonated with me...one of the all time musers about life and its form. It is:  "...the things that filter our experience of the world and make it real." 

Life is like the air around us, isn't it...we can't see it save for those times when dust particles reveal it through a shaft of light. The moments in time I've been looking at the past few days...my experiences...are my dust...my filter.

Tis The Season

The spirit of love
Now joining us together
Keep it for all time.

May the spirit of Christmas stay in our hearts throughout the year.  Let there be peace on earth...

Weather Or Not

Lake Okeechobee is down to about 10 feet.  Water restrictions have been further tightened. While away for the summer I had thought that south Florida had gotten a lot of rain, but evidently not.

I don't think we're in as bad shape as Atlanta and Lake Lanier, but we're not well by any means. This weekend rain was called for...even at the lake...thanks to the remnants of Olga and a cold front converging.  But so far, and typical of late, the amount that's fallen has been disappointing...certainly not the deluge needed. 

I look up and watch the gray clouds passing.  I call to them...asking in my most polite manner to please stay a while and empty themselves on us...but they just move on, snubbing us below.

Gray clouds passing by
Without leaving any rain -
Wet would feel so good.

 

A Last Impression

The weather was blustery and wet as I made my way home from an unexpected trip to Christiansburg. It was dramatic both in look and feel...made more so by the classical music playing on the radio. It was fitting to have it as a last impression before leaving. 

Gray sky with low clouds
Last leaves fluttering off trees.
Cello concerto.

Fortunate One

There are those who have the good fortune to be fortunate.  I'm one of them. I'm wealthy with it. I don't know why. I'm no more deserving than the next person.  All I know is that I am and it's made all the difference.

My fortune isn't monetary wealth, though I'm by no means poor.  And my fortune isn't fame. My fortune is that I land on my feet.  I've landed on my feet so many times I can't count them.  Some of those times bring a smile...some scare me to think about, even today...but all of them have shaped my life.  And they'll continue to since the choices I have yet to make will call upon what I believe to be true: I'll be OK.

I become still with appreciation. I consider it  a major asset on my balance sheet.

Fortune is measured
By what's important to us.
Wealth has many forms.

More "fortune" can be found at Weekend Wordsmith.

 

The Wind

Oh boy, did the wind howl last night!  It was the wind that comes with fronts you see coming across the map on weather reports. It came right through the pass and then over us on Blackberry Ridge. The more I tried to ignore it, the more I heard it.   

Relentless and strong
The wind howls as it passes -
Going somewhere else.

Come daylight, its ferocity remained.  Now I could see it - in the trees:  Void of their cover trees shiver unresistant to the angry wind.