Thoughts & Processes
Sometimes, actually often, there are thoughts that seem to occupy more than their share of my mind. So, I write them down. Let them loose. That’s how poetry comes to be. It’s the bridge between here and that other place we can’t aptly name.
I walked out into a cooler air this morning. It was as if someone had finally found the switch to turn down the awful heat of the last month or so. I stood there in relief and took the deepest breath I had taken all summer.
Another Winter morning in this desert and clouds gather again to await the sun and the ever changing color of its brush.
This year the monsoons have been very kind. Abundance is everywhere. Overflowing actually. It's loud and wild.
While out with the dog this morning, a crow was atop a low juniper tree calling. It was quite cold out and a tiny cloud of breath formed with each caw.
I REMEMBER THINGS. Small things. Moments memorized, lightly carried like tiny treasures across time.
A few days out from Halloween and I’m looking at a row of shriveled and shrinking jack-o-lanterns that look somewhat like old men with missing teeth.
While picking a jalapeño and some cilantro for my breakfast this morning, I was keenly aware that the garden was starting to have a late summer look.
It was so close to Winter, with trees mostly bare and morning frost common. And warm days were becoming rare and cooled early. Pumpkins were still laid about, conspicuous but comforting. It must have been their color, so intense, in a landscape that was rapidly browning.