Monday, May 30, 2011

Stop and listen, Parting the grass, Invisible

1. Upstairs, far off, I hear her singing a pretty song all to herself.
2. From the tall grass, a deer watches the farmer mow the adjacent field. When she moves, two tiny fawns appear, scampering close behind.
3. The dew was heavy last night and everything is soaked as if it rained. I worked in the garden at 6:30 am. while the fog was still heavy enough to block out the sun. Solitude.

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