ashen sky reflects
in puddles while I reflect
on summer shadows


The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Shadow
ashen sky reflects
in puddles while I reflect
on summer shadows


The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Shadow

Dear Humanity:
Just wanted to share this day.
Lovingly, The Earth





The Daily Post one-word prompt: Lovingly
craft your song wisely
the tune you play today may
echo throughout time


CB&W challenge: music
The Daily Post one-word prompt: Craft
shoots push through the frost
trusting nature’s promise that
spring will soon arrive


too early for most
city park in quietude
for now it is mine
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Solitude

After multiple seasons of chipping my lawnmower blade on a chunk of concrete protruding from the grass at the very edge of my property, I decided one day to dig the offending obstruction out of the ground.
I grabbed a shovel and set to it. The more I dug, however, the more I found. Ultimately, I discovered I had come upon the burial site of a heavy concrete birdbath — pedestal and all – chunked into several pieces. Kind of like a victim in a creepy ax murder movie, only with cement dust instead of blood. More than I had bargained for, at any rate.

I loaded the pieces into my wheelbarrow and dumped them next to my driveway until I could figure out a way to get rid of the body – er, I mean birdbath. After a few months of staring at the rubble, I came up with a plan. I would hide the body in plain sight!
I had dug up a circular section of turf in the middle of my yard several months previously, admittedly with no clue as to how I was going to incorporate it into my landscape theme (or lack thereof). Keep the neighbors guessing, I always say.
So here I had this garden-like circular space and these rock-like concrete chunks. What better way to kill two birds with one birdbath, than to combine the garden and the rocks to build a rock garden!

Of course, I don’t really know how to make a rock garden, but I lined the circle area with the concrete chunks, and then planted a shrub in the middle for good measure. Maybe shrubs don’t belong in rock gardens, and maybe the rock garden will morph into something else over time. Apparently it’s not just the neighbors whom I confound with my actions; I have no clue either as to what I’m doing.
I think I’ve pulled off disguising the birdbath corpse, though. At least there haven’t been any robins or sparrows in long black overcoats and fedora hats pulled low over their eyes knocking at my door.
I wonder what else I will uncover as I continue my random landscape projects. I’m thinking of tearing down the old shed behind my house… what do you suppose lies hidden beneath that?
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Repurpose
tears frozen in time
‘til the heart can bear the flood
once allowed to fall


What is the color of ten?
the smell of restraint?
the taste of velocity?
the sound of one hand
falling in the forest?
How does the intangible feel?
warm? brittle? dry as a circle?
When I have all the answers to
these vital life questions, perhaps then
the world will make sense.
The Daily Post daily prompt: Ten
