after a poem by Ono no Komachi too soon the bloom has slipped from the stem - a light lost over the deepening sill of evening and back and forth, the beads are slipped slowly down the thread while I wait with the rain

holding on

listing off on my walk the names of the trees whose leaves are holding on just a little too long - what was golden now giving way to brown, tattered things that cling complaining in the wind there is an art, I think, to holding on, to letting go - and an impatience for things … Continue reading holding on

November chickadees

November chill rusts the dogwood, scatters the locust seeds down the sodden street the maple this year shows an unusual reluctance for red but today gray was made a near beautiful thing - a frame for the darker darts of the chickadees in the yellow goodbye of the chestnut tree © Sarah Whiteley

fire and wings

It's not unusual for us to see Anna's hummingbirds through the winter and several neighbors keep their hummingbird feeders up for them. So while many birds are feeling the pull of migration currently, I'm blessed to live in an area where we'll have these little scraps of winged sunshine still with us in the colder … Continue reading fire and wings


you have shaken me from myself - like a windfall of yes-tinted apples - to rest in the soft earth of you, with teeth to charm the sweetness from my lips © Sarah Whiteley