there are no words
but there are birds and streaky clouds
(cirrus, i suppose, they look like streaks to me)
butterflies that flutter
and this robin singing for his supper
soft white flowers to become purple berries
food for bluebird, mockingbird and jay
bees and bees and bees
and grasshoppers by the dozen
(if you listen carefully, you can hear them munch)
roses always vying for the center of attention
a lazy cat sleeping in the best patch of sun
a swallow peeping as he swirls and twirls
no, there are no words
only life.
July 21st, 2012 at 9:14 am
it’s how we go on. this is the best reminder. xo
July 21st, 2012 at 9:29 am
and here i sit wrestling with our shared nemesis: the dreaded to do list. i need to go outside. or spend the day catching up here in your ethers. love you to a crisp, sugar.
July 21st, 2012 at 10:45 am
I started to type and Celeste nibbled on my toe and I thought exactly, she gets you :). Your words always immerse me in life, a most precious gift.
July 21st, 2012 at 11:35 am
sometimes words are unneeded…just life to be experienced…th munching of the grasshoppers…wow you got to be still to get to that level…smiles…
July 21st, 2012 at 1:46 pm
So true! Beautiful!
July 21st, 2012 at 2:50 pm
sometimes i need so MUCH
the soft quiet that only
the growing things speak.
much thanks for that today,
Jennifer
July 21st, 2012 at 10:50 pm
so beautiful…..especially after what happened in aurora colorado….i needed beautiful….thank you….xo
July 22nd, 2012 at 3:59 pm
Well said..and so true. Some times there really are no words.