Wednesday, July 13, 2011


July Small Stones
untying  by Teri H Hoover

On my walk today I tried to understand how we allow life sapping thoughts to overtake and make us virtually blind.

A breeze of undone perfection 
untangling (gently with whispers)
some weedy musings.

A small spasm of reluctance
glistening with a wash of defeat
evaporates into the green leaves above my head.


July Small Stones
latent by Teri H Hoover

Unwittingly a latent lesson
fell like the  yellow willow leaf,
and though leaves continue to fall 
and clutter my garden
I know you are dancing...
a dream.