Tag: quiet

like the lake

like the lake, I am much less talkative than say the creek cantering east, teasing the low-hanging ferns to trembling we lakes embrace rather than chase, swallow whole those stones that settle to long years of mute stillness we are content with the stir and … Continue reading like the lake

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the afternoon after

the afternoon after arranges itself – black limbs, off-white shroud, the dark of the damp on the interrupted grain of the bench end where I’ve settled for solitude, for seeking the green among the gray the afternoon after © Sarah Whiteley

November morning

morning blushes when she realizes where she is and the moon still alight travels through her down the hill toward its own reflection an early crow sitting on the tip of the pine scolds them both for tarrying © Sarah Whiteley