June 10th-16th, 2013

June 10^th, 2013

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Minimal Monday 

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Tiny tadpole

growing legs

Minimal Monday #2

Morning Fox

Thunder Rumbles

June 11^th, 2013

This stone is based on a story told me by the Nursery Man I bought my Daylily from, no doubt a fable, but I liked it. The Monastery I speak of is near us, in a tiny town called Vina.

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Created by a Brother

at the Monastery of New Clairveaux

he chose to name you "Fire Drake"

upon first seeing your fiery face unfold

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He is long gone now ~to his heavenly reward

yet you remain ~ blooming each year

I think of him~enjoying his legacy

vibrantly alive~deep red embers

burning bright~speaking of Dragon's fire

Ming Dragon

No longer gentle, fearful Ming-Ming

you lay like a guarding dragon

claiming a space near the front door

eyes half closed ~waiting~then suddenly

springing to life as the door opens

hapless dogs~ joyfully spilling out

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Pale blue eyes grow large and fierce

you terrorize them as they race by

they panic ~watching you turn

from snoozing cat to dangerous foe

magically doubling in size

deep growl in your throat~ready to spit fire

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We hurry them on, out of harms way

you settle once more~transforming from dragon to cat

delicately licking your sharp claws

then drifting off again, serpent like tail undulating

tapping out a victory song

June 13^th, 2013

Every dark cloud has a silver lining

so dig deep, look for the strength

it's there, just beneath the negative

messages echoing in your ears

those internal voices singing siren songs of

“You're not good enough, strong enough

tall enough, smart enough, brave enough!”

Drown them out, sing songs of joy

let your inner light shine!!

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June 14^th, 2013

I sit quietly

across the creek

solitary crow hops

catching his dinner

Grasshoppers a la carte

June 15^th, 2013

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Six Word Saturday

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Deepest shade

Beauty emerges

shining bright

June 16th, 2013

Evening Ritual

In this arid clime we make our own summer rain

Rooftop sprinklers circle ~filling the air with moisture

keeping us safe in case of fire~ easing our breathing

making bearable the most torrid summer days

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We're not alone in savoring the moist, freshened air

within moments we're joined by flocks of birds

eager to enjoy the delightful, new world they find

turned from hot and dry to moist and delightful

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Trees and Bushes~ now alive with jubilant song

Robins singing whole arias~odes of joy no doubt

Wings are fluttering~ bodies are quivering

rainbowed droplets fly as they fluff and preen

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Evening bath observed~ thirst quenched

silence returns to the canyon~they're gone

We sit, breathing deeply, savoring the moist air

last droplets hit the ground~our "storm" has passed

Father's Day, 2013

Papa

Gone~but never forgotten

your genes live on~

I write!!