Small Stones

A small stone is a short piece of writing which captures a moment of awareness.  It can be prose or poetry, but is precise and focused.  This idea comes from Kaspar and Fiona at Writing Our Way Home. The challenge is
 to write a small stone each day for the month of January.  Click on their link and see what other folks have written.  Feel free to add yours here under comments, or better yet start your own blog and publish them there.  Just let me know where to find you!
http://www.writingourwayhome.com/p/river-jan-12.html


 Note:  To continue to follow my small stones, please check out my new blog.  www.piecesoftime.blogspot.com.   Hope you continue to enjoy them as much as I enjoy writing them!





Feb 15

Possibilities posed
   present particularly pleasant paths
      to peruse.


 Feb 14


Gnarled hands clasped tightly
   as they strolled through aisles
      talking softly about which chocolate
          would be invited to celebrate
             their love with them today.


 Feb 13


The sky is swollen
  filled to overflowing
    with pieces of winter
       which now drift slowly to the ground.
         
Feb 12

Polished to a sheen by tides and sand
  the shell has tumbled to the shore
    a gift for me to find,
      a reminder of a time long past
         a time of blessedness and hope.

Feb 11


The flurry of activity
   from one place to the next
     has finally let to a moment of peace,
       which stands like a prize
           in the middle of the day.


Feb 10


 The coyotes sing outside my window
    their lullaby of  unknown places
       guides me to my rest.


Feb 9

Drops of sunshine yellow,
     pops of fuchsia
        dollops of purple
            declare birthday greetings
                    in the language of flowers.


Feb 8

A letter in the mailbox brings unexpected words of encouragement
    just what is needed to persist.


Feb 7

The moon hangs full and ripe
illuminating the dreams we follow.

Feb 6
 A promise so tiny
    so imperceptibly present
       in a rush of blood is swept away.

 Feb 5

The beginning of February,
 browning grass devoid of snow,
weather so warm you can go out without a coat,
tell the tale that even the earth is changing.


Feb 4


Love, not bound by time or space,
   shines through their eyes
     and the knowledge of that truth gives courage
        to carry on.



Feb 3

Conversations over tea
   teachable moments shared
     experiences remembered
        let us know how far we have come.
We are growing up.


 Feb 2


The tiny child I once cradled in my arms
is now grown so tall I barely reach his shoulder.
Yet when I look into his eyes, I recognize the playful twinkle
of my son, now a fine and gracious man. 



Feb 1

Laughter as racks of clothes are sorted through,
  smiles as tea is shared,
     stories told as cards are played,
       the joy of friendship polished by time and experience.
A gift to hold us through our living.


Jan 31

My daughter

The fuzzy blue prayer shawl on the sofa,
  the brightly colored quilt with the family sayings on it,
     my mother's necklace which she wears with pride,
        the twinkle in her eye as she reminds of her twelfth birthday cake disaster,
            reminds me that we are woven deeply into each others lives.

Jan 30


Incomparable beauty shines
  in the faces of my children.
Though now grown, the wonder of them
   still flows through me.


 Jan 29


Words which flow freely
   when none are expected,
        words which speak the truth into silence,
            words that tumble out into the ether creating order out of chaos.
Grace.


 Jan 28

 Who knew such pleasure could come for human and canine from a yellow furry tennis ball as it is chased or swatted across the green of grass or court?



Jan 27

V for victory
          for violet
                for voice
                      for violins
                           are called by the geese flying in formation
                               in the golden sky.

Jan 26

Breath held,
  hope suspended,
     prayers offered,
        until the tiny child appears,
             unharmed on the grainy black and white screen.
Exhale.  Relief.  Gratitude.


Jan 25


The whirr of the furnace,
   the hum of the refrigerator,
     the hiss of the fire,
       become part of the murmur of home
         at the end of the day.

Jan 24

Clean, crisp, cool sheets
welcome to rest
as the day slips away to memory.


Jan 23

Invitations from other worlds
shine their hopes
through tiny points of starlight in the indigo night.


Jan 22

Touching the earth with gentleness
she lands gracefully
on the slice of water
to meet her mate.

Jan 21

The steady drip from snow capped roofs
proclaims in syncopated rthymn
the arrival of the sun.


Jan 20

For the Snowy Owl  on Hwy 23

Out of nowhere she comes
with feathers white
soaring low across the snow covered fields
until the whiteness blends
and she is enveloped in the light.

Jan 19

The frozen scarlet petals crinkled
        as the stems were placed
             on the dark brown earth
                 around where Mother Earth
                     had been opened to receive back
                            one of her own.

Jan 18

The tiny finger curled around my own
tugged me back to my beginning,
a tether strung between here and there.



Jan 17

Frozen breath paints pictures in the air
  telling tales of what we dare not dream
    and holding promises of what is to come.


Jan 16

Wrapped in layers of scarves and hope
     I head into the day as
icy wind invades my bones
     and cold seeps through the soles of my shoes.
 Though it does its best
     it can touch the joy which is budding in my soul. 


Jan 15

Warm scented steam
    yellow, orange and blue flames among the logs
       fluffy soft green socks
           honey soaked tea
  warms my body and my soul on this snowy day.


Jan 14

Golden yellow light  fills the space,
     soft music drifts on the air,
        a comfy leather chair awaits my arrival.

The invitation is extended,
      come and write.


Jan 13

Sunshine yellow
       Indigo blue,
             Crimson red,
                     and Tahiti Sunset
 are littered across my table
      inviting  possibilites
           of how I will write my life today in cloth and thread.

Jan. 12

The floor of the parking lot
is etched with patches of asphalt,
pictures in black and white.
One white faced cow
greets me each morning as I start my day.


Jan. 11

An angel gift,
        a snowy white feather
              bright against the green of my coat
                  whispers of joys as yet unseen.
Eyes open! What is on the way?


Jan. 10

A friend long absent returned,
lacy, white flakes of snow
floated in lazy patterns down
to coat the ground in sugar.


Jan. 9

A small kindness offered without thought of the cost
Sparked the flame of courage
To move onto the next piece of living.


Jan. 8

Unexpected grace is draped in the shimmer of moonlight on your face.


Jan. 7

Wind blowing
Rearranging the earth
To suit its fancy.



Jan. 6

Brush strokes of blue and pink
across the sky
send the message
I am not alone.

    
Jan. 5

The splash of a promise on
The gray elevator door
A rainbow sign
slashing through
The pain.


Jan. 4

A wrinkled face
Etched with wisdom
Eyes which see beyond the room
To places where we yet shall dwell.
A smile of peace.


Jan. 3

A smiling face
Willing to help as the till shuts down
Giving the extra effort
To get the two for one price.
Thanks for the silky straight conditioned hair!


Jan. 2

Brightly colored fabric strewn across the floor
With a tiny mop like terrier burrowed down in the middle of it.


Jan. 1

A winter coated black horse
Standing stark against the pure white of the snow and fog.