Before the storm

“Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.”― Pema Chödrön

The air stills
sending goosebumps
up and down your arms
with a quick glance
you notice the sky
well before evening
sneaking into its darker
shades of gray and black
the entire meadow
feels like it stands up taller
as if reaching
to shake hands
with the incoming rain.

Stacy Liddle 9/20/2017

 

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Changing seasons

“The earth has music for those who listen.” —William Shakespeare

The lake showcases
a haunting display
of misty wisps
it lowers the lights
to settle you
into the new mood
of shorter evenings
can you feel the air
pulling you in tight
for its next dance?

Stacy Liddle 9/8/2017

Stop to ponder

“Life is like a prism. What you see depends on how you turn the glass.” —Jonathan Kellerman

At the water’s edge
I watch
a skipped stone
ricochet
across the surface

Finally I notice
the inverted reflection
of the pond
casting itself
back at me

The great blue heron
in flight
is now
peering from
below where I stand

Looking back on anything
I always feel that
sense of distortion
a little bit like
a fun-house mirror.

Stacy Liddle
8/30/2017

Love lines

“In the end, only three things matter: how much you love, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of the things not meant for you.” —Unknown

The road stopped here
the horizon an open book
starring ahead
can you see all those choices
you made?
worn and tough as the pier
inviting and soft as the lake

How we have danced
together
in this lifetime
our early roots
bound in ways
I sense in my bones
as well as my heart

It is love
I do know that
like sap in a tree
and the ghosts
I can still see from
where they fell
it is our love line.

Stacy Liddle
8/23/2017

The power to fly

“If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.” —Rilke

A blue-green
chrysalis
hangs by
a single
silk thread
encased inside
the Monarch
changes into
newly formed
wings and
emerges
with the power
to fly.

Stacy Liddle
8/16/2017

From where I sit

“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”―Virginia Woolf

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From where I sit
I wonder
what makes
each of us
pause
long enough
to stop and listen
for our own calling
to simply
take the risk
to become
who
we are meant to be
and to love
this world.

Stacy Liddle
8/8/2017

Where does the sky begin?

“If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.” ―Nora Roberts

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Ferry Bluff State Natural Area

The sky
begins
with you and me
lying barefoot
in a field of
wild orange tiger lilies
a sweet smell
of fresh cut hay
hangs in the air
gently
reaching down
the sky
plants
kisses
on each
of our toes
one at a time
until we soften.

Stacy Liddle
8/01/2017

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