Slow and Steady

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We’ve had DAYS of rain!  Some of it has been harsh, but mostly it’s been slow and steady – the kind of rain that gives birth to new Spring growth. The grass and trees are no doubt the greenest green they will be for the rest of the year.

The rain has also produced an environment conducive to snails apparently, as I have seen a prolific number of them lately. Like a gentle rain, slow and steady describes a determined snail perfectly. I noticed this particular little guy yesterday as he started his journey from one side of the trail where I walked to the other.

When he first felt my presence, he receded into his shell, wary of the danger I might pose. He eventually sensed I meant him no harm and even let me photograph his trek across the pavement. I watched him for about 20 minutes, protecting him from certain death at the hands—I mean feet—of oblivious joggers who passed him by; so distracted were they by their headsets that surely they wouldn’t notice nature, let alone enjoy it.

I am grateful to have witnessed the triumphant progress of this strange little creature who carried his house on his back and moved at… wait for it… a snail’s pace!

For Ragtag Daily Prompt: Grateful

Foto Friday #15

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I’m taking a break from travel writing to talk about the weather!

Several weeks ago, it rained for six days in a row where I live. The ground was completely saturated and squished in minor protest beneath my feet. Temporary puddles thought they had found a permanent home. After a week, there was a pause for a day of sunshine… then it rained again. It even briefly snowed! I feared we were going from summer straight into winter with only a short-lived Fall.

More than rain fell during that period of time. Autumn leaves came down too, some prematurely forced from the trees while they were still green. Others were dead and ready to fall anyway, the progression of life returning to the ground from which it came.

We’ve had no new moisture for a couple of days, but a distinct chill lingers in the air. I’ve noticed colorful leaves now float in the puddles that remain, replacing the dull, monotonous leaves from a few weeks ago. Today I caught them swimming in a reflection of beautiful blue sky. Maybe there will be a Fall after all!

Dancing of the Face of the Moon

My poem “Dancing on the Face of the Moon” is featured on Poetry Breakfast this morning!

You can read it here Dancing of the Face of the Moon,

or below:

Just this side of midnight, I stepped outside –

an attempt to snag the tail of a summer breeze.

Slowly, a shadow crept over me.

Night turned darker than blackness itself

and I could not see a thing.

I was frightened at first, then I realized

the moon was simply trapped

by obscure clouds.

From the darkened sky, rain began to fall,

blindly tumbling to the ground.

I watched. I waited.

When the moon re-appeared,

I saw puddles on the pavement

and, I swear, they were calling my name!

Joy overtook me and I became a child.

Discarding my shoes, I launched into play;

splashing, prancing, twirling and leaping

from one wet patch to another.

To catch my breath, I slowed to a sway,

and hugged myself with happy arms.

As I bent to and fro, misty moonlight

winked at me

from the raindrops clinging to the trees.

I glanced at my feet and met the moon;

his reflection captured briefly

in the puddle where I danced.

I knelt to touch him,

a caress for the perfect partner he had been;

leading me so aptly

I didn’t even know that he was there.

We smiled at one another, then I stood

and proceeded once again

to dance on the face of the moon.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O

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Emerald green and waterfall-rich, Milford Sound is located in New Zealand’s Fjordland National Park. It is breathtaking in any weather, but when it rains in Milford Sound, as it did when we were there, the waterfalls multiply with magnificence as they cascade down the towering cliffs carved by glaciers during the ice age. It was a spectacular sight and one of my favorite travel memories!

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dsc04655Standing in the rain, the downpour continued!

Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O

At the Park

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Yesterday I passed a couple in the park

as I walked through the rain with my umbrella.

I don’t think they noticed me at all.

 

“Discontent” perhaps describes them best of all.

When she stood, walked away and left the park,

all he saw was the back of her umbrella.

 

I caught her eyes as she peeked from the umbrella.

She seemed passive, but relieved most of all,

while he sat there all alone in the park.

 

Today at the park, I didn’t need my umbrella at all!

This week’s poetry challenge is the Tritina. It is a ten-line poem arranged in three stanzas of three lines, and ends with a single line.

The first stanza has end-of-line words in the order 1,2,3.

In the second stanza, the end-of-line words are in the order 3,1,2

The third stanza order is 2,3,1.

The last line uses all three words in order 1,2,3.

The prompt image is by Cornoyer, entitled Early spring in Central Park.