small stone # 7 ~ Bare bones (winter)

Bare bones of trees stand proud against the raging wind;
their roots sinking in mud.  Sheep stand wearily, dripping,
at the edge of lake-like puddles, where once-firm soil
effortlessly produced sweet, fresh meadow grass ~ a feast
enough for health and strength in newly-conceived offspring.
Above, the ever-present ominous blanket, draped across the sky.

small stone # 6

Monday 6th January.

Sunbeams sweep across the gloom
like searchlights in a darkened room...

small stone # 5 ~ seven word Sunday

Hope is a bubble in the sky...

small stones #3 & 4. catching up...

#3 ~ Friday 3rd January.

12,000 miles...

Half a world cannot undo
my unspoken, unbroken bond with you.
My Brother.



#4 ~ Saturday 4th January.
(six word Saturday)

darkness envelops the day. go away.

small stone # 2 ~ 3am

The gentle hum of 3am.  Delicious silence.

Small Stone #1 ~ For safe keeping.

Memories held in every ornament.
Christmas through the years...
through the tears.
Hopes & fears
revealed; then boxed away.
For safe keeping.