He stands alone in the still air the last bastion of civilization waiting for the breath of air to stir his pumps back to life and give him purpose once more and so he waits, a murmuration of Starlings his only company he stands alone in the still air
By the light of the moon by the light of a star she traveled all night from near to far searching for the crimson glade she walked the night through but she was not afraid for when the sun broke through with it’s dazzling light before her eyes lay a magical sight bright crimson ferns covered the forest floor and a tiny pine where there was none before
A tractor rests in the shade of the tree green grass still edges the fallow field while bright sun lights the sky and warms the stone and earth the undiscovered treasures of an ordinary life A moment to cherish the fading warmth of the growing season with all the harvesting done and the plenty of Summer put by a moment of thanks to remember before Winter gilds the landscape with bright diamonds of frost the beckoning treasures of an ordinary life
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.”Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
I sit in the early morning light of a cloudless sky just before the sun begins to rise watching the peculiar gray give way to lighter blue I am struck with awe nearly brought to my knees by the overwhelming sense of gratitude and I whisper my prayer to the morning light “Thank you”
BIKFOK (butt in chair fingers on keyboard) – 17 min
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “your favorite word.”Decide on your favorite word and use it in your post any way you’d like. Enjoy!
My favorite word? Other than “huh?” The one I use most often is probably “awesome” but favorite, that’s going to require a bit of thought.
I am not a number I am not my size I am dirty feet, wild hair and the sparkle in my eyes I am made of starlight and brilliant white moon beams lovingly stitched together by all my hopes and dreams composed of tears and laughter and the moments in between I’m there in every book I’ve read and every poem that I write I am a strong black coffee in world of cheap red wine I’m every song I’ve ever sung and every place I’ve ever seen Oh and there’s one more thing that I almost forgot One more thing I am is an Awesome Nelipot*
BICFOK – 25 minutes
Til next time ~Walk barefoot ~JP
*One who goes about barefoot – Urbandictionary.com – one of my favorite words
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “element.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Wind blowing through the palms on Waikiki
Chant for a Windy Day
Element of air I call to thee
send the wind to set me free
wash away all fear and pain
that I may feel at peace again
kindred breeze fill my heart
breathing in I feel your part
grant your power wash me clean
element of air I call to thee
BICFOK (butt in chair fingers on keyboard) 30 minutes (stupid picture finding searches ;-p)