When there is time in the day to wander
And stop
To listen (more…)
Who Who
Says the owl deep
Wide, through the bends
In the trees shadows
The darkening sky, her
Voice carries smoothly, reaching
Beyond her perch reminding
All the little wandering animals
In the forest, their home
She is listening, waiting
The weekend
Is here, nothing scheduled
On purpose
Taking a drive, around
So many curves, winding
Up through the clouds, up
The deepest blue sky, mountain tops
Sky reaching pines, the boys
Singing “Country Roads”
Doughnut sugar stuck
To their cheeks
The parking lot empty, at least
I hope
We are usually the only ones
Who care to explore
Photographs taken in Moro Bay, California (**Click on the images for a full viewing). They are from the same general area. The first photograph is from the open ocean side of the sand dune protecting the inlet. The second photograph is from the highest point of the sand dune looking back at the inlet. There is about a 1/4 mile walk between these two photographs.
It cuts through a wild place
Ready for travel
Towering trees cheering
To busy, life whizzing by, talking to myself
Hearing “hurry up” too many times in one day from my mouth
Looking at my boys growing up