August 8th
Jade DeFehr
Would it be
okay
if I opened
my own word shop?
Each word payed
with something
good.
A smile,
a dance,
a hug.
Or would that
make the people
poor
of good things
poorer,
because they don’t
have
anything
to
say?
CONFESSION
Lisa Siemens
Today I am
one of them
the wordless
poor, empty
bowl in my lap
tilting towards light,
filling up with the silence
of green leaves listening.
I am already more than a week into my summer holidays and just beginning to settle into this greenest of seasons - so glad to be at home with my windows and my light. I am just learning how to post these blogs, spending too much time in front of my computer, not enough time with the sky. The morning began with thunder - an hour of pouring rain and thunder!! Long after sunrise, the sky was still dark and ominous, but then suddenly the sun broke through. I put on my garden shoes, grabbed my camera, and went out to the flowers . . .
After all that wild weather, the day lily leaves were covered with such quiet raindrops . . .
One side of my yard is lined with leafy peonies - the grandmother of all flowers - pink, white, deep, deep red. I have been deadheading the flowers all week long, but this one, just opening, survived the storm. I have lived in my house for nearly twenty years; these peonies were here long before I moved in and with any luck will be here long after I am gone.
