No moon in Southern Australia gives a great view of the Milky Way.
dedicated to you, my aussie family, so far away. and sharing the same sky.
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photo credit: the intelligent optimist
made it downtown to the hair appointment. saw people out with skis, babies, guitars, coffees, dogs, eating under awnings outside, smiling, calm, and happy, and chatting, and skittering along through all of the weather. what’s more snow and freezing rain when you’ve already had 40 inches or so this month? life goes on. and now i like to imagine that my hair will look stunning as i listen to my’ extreme winter rock mix ‘on my iPod, and shovel my driveway, yet again. we are a hearty lot.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
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image credit: jahna vashti
our perfect day
set out on an adventure
shared by
kindred spirits
–
up to the top
of the
empire state building
–
both had always wanted to
never had –
found our chance
–
saw it and looked
in amazement
at the world around us
–
next stop
a favorite park
playing in the autumn sun
–
sat by the water
talked about life
all the important things
–
scooby doo, spiderman,
stuffed monkeys,
people we love,
holidays, colors,
magic, fairies
–
calm and peaceful
took coins
kissed them and made wishes
–
tossed them in
watched them sink
as ripples moved
away from them
–
he asked me
what is your wish?
i shared
–
breaking the code of secrecy
that goes with all wishes
just this once
for this very special reason
–
my wish –
that you never feel sick again
(it’s been 2 long years)
and that we will share so many, many
perfect days
together
just like this one
–
i asked him
what is your wish?
he shared
breaking the rules
just this once
–
his wish
so powerful
i sat
just listening
–
tumbling
from the lips of
this 5 year old boy
who has endured
so much more
than most adults
in their entire lifetime
ever will
–
old soul trapped in a child’s body
his wish
was
the most amazing response
–
my wish
he said
in that most innocent of voices
is that all of YOUR wishes come true
–
we sat
in silence
looking at each other
both understanding
this would be our last perfect day together
–
we knew
these were our gifts
to each other
that we would always keep
–
gifts given
in their purest form
each only
for the other
–
we shared a moment
now held within us forever
on this,
our perfect day.
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dedicated to my nephew h, who passed away soon after, (november 1, 2006), on a perfect autumn day.
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