Meltaway Island

Last bit of
Snow on that
Surreal green patch.

Sun’s out.

We all live on
Meltaway Island.

— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”

The horizon has exhaled – small stone

cold slices the
dull morning. my head down,
feet breaking up the
snow crust. I’m a
mindless fog itself
pied pipering behind
sweetie’s tinkling collar

my pupils contract:
My head snaps up.

The horizon has
Pushing the day’s
Amber light
Up’n at ’em.

I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.

One Red Smudge

(Here’s a practice small stone to warm up for the kickoff of tomorrow’s Mindful Writing Challenge. I love that this writing challenge is in January: my favorite month of the year for writing. Feel free to join me and hundreds of others around the world!)

One red smudge between
The neighbor’s pine trees
Announces morning has
Arrived. It’s safe for me to
Open my eyes.