Friday, March 28, 2014

Winter Light Song



Welcomed by glowing west facing curtains,
One hundred year old windows rattle and the silk lifts.
"Stay" I hear.


Cradled by the give of a secondhand futon,
I watch the maple's light and dark flicker behind painted trees.
"Oneness" I hear.


Warmed by my respite in winter light,
To the song of knowing wood, knocking within generations of paint.
"Almost" I hear.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Lunch time machine

Charle's Sandwich Shoppe
March 17, 2014
Chicken Noodle Soup, side of bacon
$8.88