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rebbecca-hill's picture
As I wake, cool air slips through the open window caressing my cheeks and forehead with its freshness. Small birds chatter away, a single crow sounds his horn– and then my senses perk up as I hear the familiar and welcome sound of Canadian Geese pass overhead, with their deep guttural, honk-honk–I...
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ron-lavalette's picture
The sudden appearance of living tissue on the keyboard, especially near the enter key and the space bar was simultaneously disconcerting and reassuring.  She had always told him it would come to this, and he had, until this moment, not believed her.  At two in the morning, passing by the...
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This morning as I walked out of the house, I heard a flutter and looked up to see three Robbins land on the front rocks. I stopped and soaked in the moment, feeling as though time had paused. I felt an immediate calm like when church bells ring or a Buddhist meditation bell sounds. I looked upon...
susan-sonnen's picture
Three squirrels,One after the other,After the other. Branch To Branch,Tree To Tree! Outside my windowThis winter morning,Their game of tag. January 2014: Mindful Writing Challenge
susan-marie-schulhof's picture
                                                 Buddha said, "Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if...
steven-belanger's picture
Photo: Allan Pinkerton, Lincoln, and Major General John A. McClernand at the Antietam Battlefield, from the massive Library of Congress Collection, at this link: http://rs6.loc.gov/ammem/alhtml/brady.html    After I saw Spielberg's Lincoln, I bought Doris Kearns Goodwin's Team of Rivals...
annette-talbert's picture
Throw back the drapesto reluctantly face another dayof rush hours and busy-ness~ when I long to sit and drink ina pink stained sky,where the moon perches~like a benevolent king on the horizon,reluctant to yield to the sun. The owl hoots as retires his watch,and a mockingbird heralds the dawn...
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Stumble out of bed into   murky gray darkness.   The woodpecker taps unceasingly, against my window pane.   Mockingbird sings his morning song,   As dawn's rosy breath, rises above the treetops. © annettealaine-2013
michael-seidel's picture
I awoke in pain from my lower back.  Dawn's soft grey light was creeping in past the bedroom blinds.  Orientation slowly poured into me. My head was between two pillows.  A giant gingerbear was snuggled against me on my left, using my pillow as his pillow.  My wife was tucked up...