Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged prose on August 26, 2009| Leave a Comment »
at the end of the day
when the sun was getting low
I saw along Commonwealth Avenue
white hydrangea
champagne roses
silver-tipped greenery
the rock dove up on a telephone wire
ash grays and the stone white of new construction everywhere
yellow daisies, petals near orange
and in the sky
a half-moon not far from the setting sun
Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged nature, Photography on August 26, 2009| Leave a Comment »
red cherries fallen on a gray sidewalk
a rainbow in the combined mist of sprinkler spray
a bumblebee on yellow flowers
a field of sparrows undulating in waves
a rock dove in the middle of the road
a yellow dog chasing a brown leaf
locust beans dripping greenly from a tree
dairy being delivered to a home (who knew?!)
and a hawk perched on a rooftop.
Every day I see a hawk.
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Sunlight on the Water by Stephen Horne
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Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road on April 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Near the Hudson River, I sit beneath a tree that has flowers like a dogwood, pale, soft lit by the sun, a creamy golden white. They waver in what can only be called a gentle breeze. Bird cries fill the air, harsh and pointed. It is spring. The birds search for mates and want to have babies. A biological imperative I suppose.
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Time passes. I still sit beneath the tree, staring up into the branches weighed down by blossoms. The breeze reveals the sheer lengths of spiders’ webs weaving throughout the canopy. Of the spiders I can see nothing, only their work.
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A woodchuck, of all creatures, bounds by with baby in tow. A light golden brown shading darker in places. It could be a beaver but the tail seems too wrong. Earlier I saw squirrels, quite fat, and birds in all sizes and colors. But of deer I have seen nothing though they were the creatures I had been told to watch for.
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And so there it is. The deer. A female, white tailed. As it ambles by I am reminded to practice what I preach to a dear friend: Patience and all will be revealed.
