Tuesday, November 13, 2012

With Abandon (2)


The red leaf maple shakes her leaves like lingerie, 
exposing graceful branches.

Thursday, November 08, 2012

Abandon

November 08, 2012  - a small Stone 
With Abandon  Teri H Hoover



Scribbles upon dry leaves;
the diary of summer
scampers along this path with abandon.

I would like to gather them back into place.  






Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Voting Day

November 06, 2012  - a small Stone 
Voting Day,  Teri H Hoover



My nose is cold as I arrive at the library, just down the street.
Timing allows me to sidestep the acquisition of leaflets.
Sound bites of battle
shuffled into a hush.
Intriguingly awkward, the line squirms
this way and that.
My nose is much warmer now.


Thursday, November 01, 2012

Prayerful Pause

this poem is a part of  Mindful Writing Day with Fiona and Kaspa
 
Blacksburg, VA- Nov 1, 2012

Peculiar fallen feathers,
atop the dried leaves on the sidewalk.
 Someone lost part of their Halloween costume last night.
this poem is a part of  

The measure of time gone by since my last post was made apparent when I had to think about how to post an image.  I have found my word for the year to be most useful - again.

Pause.   It is just fine to stop when you are out of breath, from being too busy, or just completely gone. 
I was completely gone here:




Sedona, Arizona October 2012

Flying back home, we are whirled into focus as we pray for those affected by Hurricane Sandy. A deep pause of prayer. 
xoxo teri