the leaves overhead rustle and shake in the breeze, the sun peeks through the branches. i shade my eyes and glance up at the bright blue cloudless sky. the greens and oranges of the leaves are bright in the morning sun. the leaves crackle and shimmy against one another as the air shifts between them. a handful flurry to the ground. brown and crunchy, they hit the ground with hardly a sound. gathered against the fence, moving only to the breeze or when kicked by a child's foot.
soon, they will be in great piles of red, green, orange, brown, darker with age. crunchy and crinkly and falling to bits. they float through the crisp air tossed into the sky. at school and pinned onto papers to colour. show and tell. art projects.
again they are tossed aside and forgotten, old and brown and wet, they are mulched and become homes for bugs in winter.
28 September 2008
damp wet and dripping. the day slips and slides and shimmers in a pool of water under my feet. loud splash flying down the gutter and across the window frame. light zips through the electrified air, thunder crashes as the ground shudders against the weight of the hard and heavy and cold rain. the wind sprays mist on my face, my hands are wet, squishy toes in my damp sandals.
wondered by me at 6:56 PM
27 September 2008
rocks and statues. sad or unkind in feature. dropped or placed purposely. a stray twig laying alongside the road. small pebbles kicked by children on their way to the beach. hard and rough, they fall to bits when smashed. in darkness they loom and change the landscape into shadows of frightening creatures of the night. carved into beautiful images, skipped across a local shimmering lake, dropped from bridges or out of windows. gathered together at gravesides to mourn the deceased. rolled or carted to large mounds creating beautiful formations. standing stones with imagery. tales of long ago. tall tales or tall stones. wilderness and quiet.
wondered by me at 11:23 AM
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19 September 2008
stark white. clear white. on the deck against the dark green of the trees. in the wash with the new socks and undies. the clear white eggs in the package at the supermarket. the van and car on the street. white and bright and light. the shirt on his body, white and clean and soft and touchable.
wondered by me at 4:03 PM
18 September 2008
pink pink. a vision in pink. flitting in and around the yard. catching a yellow ball. bits of pink flurry by in amidst the green of the grass and fading trees. pink shoes, pink skirt, pink shirt, pink socks. pink and fluffy like a cloud that floats around the sky and changes shape and mood as the day sees fit.
wondered by me at 6:47 PM