Late summer days linger in hazy dreams before the door of autumn. In Dripping Springs town, a deep-rooted, forgotten rose bush scrapes its thorns on the peeled, white clapboard home, abandoned in someone’s childhood summer long ago. The rotten bird house still clings crooked to a post where a bird sits slanted, gazing upon the… Continue reading Late Summer Memories at Dripping Springs
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A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House
After the storm water drops, cool upon my hair, like tears from leaves, from the forest. A gentle symphony sounds… of falling drops cascading from different heights, cicada buzzing and a hidden owl, watching. The scent of rain, I will remember, like I remembered when I was a child… A fresh sweetness from the new damp, electrically… Continue reading A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House
