Growing Down

I took little steps,
backward
and here I am again
stretched out on a sunny hillside,
a curl of dog at my side,
the wind drawing string off my spool.

Winter Stone's

In the gray thicket, seven scarlet leaves sing.

Let It Be

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Today, I will carry my mountain down with me in my pocket.

I will be seen… not heard.

And eventually they will forget about me…

Like they have the trees.

Green.

Suddenly, I am aware that there is nothing but green... everywhere, lush and uniform, as if, in unison, every
flower has dropped or been plucked in rapture.

Rural Ignorance

There are sheep with guns outside your gates, who’ve been told that doves are wolves.

Love Poem in Red Italics

Love.

You want love?

Here... 

I love you so much, that I will never let you find me again.

"It's twue, it's twue!"

July the Fourth is living up to its sweltering reputation.

Being 99% hermit, I am not engaged in a traditional celebratory get-together today. I am (was) trying, despite the heat, to catch up on some neglected gardening. Pulling weeds and pruning mostly.

But it’s hot. A 95 degree, Southern kind of hot. And, being 99% hermit, I have, over the years, become aware of the fact that I am the only one who sees my garden, and that I really don’t care if it’s a tad overgrown on the hottest day of the year. I hardly even notice it from inside the air-conditioned house.

I did though manage two “small stones” while out there…

Anise! Anise! Licorice!

And…

Beneath whimsied vines the Wisteria crushes arbor bones with Philistine grip.

Anyway…

Stay cool.

Hollyhocks

Worms have eaten the meat from the Hollyhock leaves, leaving lace skeletons, ghosts bearing flowers to a grave.

Hay

Every year as summer approaches and the first hay is cut,

I search for the words to describe this...

Another try...

First cuttings lay in the fields,

Like slumbering ruins,

Waiting for Winter's long hunger.