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The last moments of a sunset and the passing of an early September storm create a rare double rainbow over Balanced Rock in Arches National Park, Sept. 4, 2005 My wisdom comes in short bursts Of learning out loud And in silent contemplation. A sprinter I am A marathon runner not so much. Learned [...] Before I knew the words to describe a rainbow, I could mix the colors of heaven, of mountains; of Arizona in the spring. Each morning in darkness before the molten Phoenix sun would crest the parched desert, Papa would sneak out the door quiet as a whisper to paint this house [...] The car engulfed with waves of mulled citrus mist warmed by your face watching mine in the mirror from the hallway as I lacquer on deep burgundy candy apple lipstick before the sun awakes early April morning. Memories of orange blossoms permeating the night sky on Route 66… the beige top down on the old [...] I’ve loved a lot of men you know… Some of them were true. I’ve loved a lot of men you know… Though none like I loved you. Some loved me back some didn’t care. One kissed my nose then touched my hair. Questions asked… then left unanswered Who came before? [...] He spits in his rag, washes my car window San Francisco by Sara Fryd A sign of the times What sign is that, I ask myself? That America is in trouble? That our veterans have no place to live? That a roof over one’s head is not a necessity For a Marine? Who fought [...] I have loved the thought of you since dawn… My soul was touched at twilight, melting my five year old heart as first stars appeared on the horizon in winter. Whispers… Hold my heart’s attention like the saxophone notes that breeze past gracing walls as sounds drift up the stairs [...] ©2011 by Deborah Scott Lightfoot
The ballerina twirls With such silent joy The sun has come out to play To warm the wisps of hair Left loose to fall Down the back of her neck What beauty, pink ribbons Crisscrossed about her ankles Barely blushed like her cheeks As she spins to music [...]
We tried each other on New best friends Playing “Barbie” in our sixties. A task not for the faint hearted. She had gone on vacation summer 1965 Never returning [...]
You asked for someone To make base camp with So we could climb mountains And I had never Climbed to the third floor Of the building where I lived Let alone Kilimanjaro with a man You offered courage, strength Songs as slow as molasses sap Running from a tree in a cup Joy, rich as dark chocolate [...]
©2010 Howard Paley "Stillness at Dawn," Sedona, AZ The photographer calls me Echoing God’s voice as it reverberates Against red walls of stone A sculpture of magical vistas whisper Dewey dawns of morning light Amethyst blush of babies cheeks Ochre shades of foxes’ tails Raccoon eyes that see the night Become [...] |
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