Thursday, January 31, 2013


January 31, 2013  - a small Stone 
Mistaken  by  Teri H Hoover

A light in the night 
comes through my window
just where Nathaniel's light should be.

"Why is my next door neighbors 14 year old son be up at 3 AM?" 

"Oh, it's the moon." 


Friday, January 25, 2013


January 25, 2013  - a small Stone 
Snow by  Teri H Hoover

A hush 
of silent transformation.
Gently kissing each transgression 
with pure white forgiveness.  


Saturday, January 19, 2013


January 19, 2013  - a small Stone 
January  by  Teri H Hoover


A January death between them,
fearless lilac buds bask in the sun
under a blanket of blue skies and snow.

 Backyard Garden, Blacksburg, VA- January 18, 2013

Friday, January 18, 2013


January 18, 2013  - a small Stone 
Reflections by  Teri H Hoover

Cut loose 
a rock floats among the clouds,

 Hahn Horticulture Garden, Virginia Tech, Blacksburg, VA-January 7, 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

A View from the Edge

January 16, 2013  - a small Stone 
A View from the Edge by  Teri H Hoover

People approaching.
Sorrel  pine  needles
creep  onto  the  trail
to get a  better  view.

Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, VA January 16, 2013

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

It's Just Rain

January 15, 2013  - a small Stone 
 It's Just Rain by  Teri H Hoover

It is cold and wet outside
My umbrella is spewing rivulets of water.
Sniffing on ahead of me, my drenched dog does not care.  

 Huckleberry Trail, Blacksurg, VA- January 15, 2013

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Silver Unbinding

January 13, 2013  - a small Stone and a early Sunday Whirl
Silver Unbinding  by  Teri H Hoover

Every room in the palace was empty save for one.
Poetry lived in the silver room with heavy curtains,
and waited for the quiet tap on the door.
The glass bookshelves did not mind the burden.

Visitors found their way
in through the hidden gate,
in the garden,
through hidden halls,
To tap on the turquoise door.

Inside silver circled without stopping.
A sliver of light slipped in like a knife.
Allowing hope and fear.

Virtue slept on the couch and snored softly.
A drunk too tired to wish,
curled up in the corner and waited for few kind words.

Far from all the breaking chaos of the edge,
diminishing connection curved and wedged.
Freedom to bend made one think more fondly of the all that is straight.

In the garden a little ditch carried away yesterdays rain.

The words from the Sunday Whirl: lburden, bends, drunk, poetry, virtue, palace,
ditch, diminishing, wish, breaks, room, steps

Friday, January 11, 2013

Glad I am not the Secretary

January 11, 2013  - a small Stone 
Glad I am not the Secretary by  Teri H Hoover

The luncheon meeting went in 
the topic 
like a tea leaf circling the drain.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Stray Thoughts

January 10, 2013  - a small Stone 
Stray Thoughts   by  Teri H Hoover

Like all my faults
the empty bike trail belongs to me. 
And my dog.

My dog only sees me 
and that I am a bit slow.

 Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, VA January 10, 2013

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Last Months Windstorm

January 9, 2013  - a small Stone 
Last Months Windstorm  by  Teri H Hoover

Twigs and tree limbs 
Strewn like bad decisions.


Tuesday, January 08, 2013


January 8, 2013  - a small Stone 
Barriers  by  Teri H Hoover

Icy water stretched thin 
straining like plastic wrap over the little pond.

Backyard garden, Blacksburg, VA- January 8, 2013

Monday, January 07, 2013


January 7, 2013  - a small Stone 
Greetings  by  Teri H Hoover

My friend, Old Sycamore, wrinkled his nose
as I walked by.

We both smiled.

 Virginia Tech Drillfield, Blacksburg VA- January 2013 

Saturday, January 05, 2013

Chain Link Cradle

January 5, 2013  - a small Stone 
Chain Link Cradle by  Teri H Hoover

                       Curling into the chain link fence 
                       the evening snuggles into late afternoon.

Friday, January 04, 2013

Evening Lullaby

January 4, 2013  - a small Stone and a early Sunday Whirl
Evening Lullaby  by  Teri H Hoover

The chill of evening descends within.
Venture a breath without fire or clarity
into bitter practice of the unforgiven transgressions.
The tumult lingers,awake and giddy. I cannot hear my heart.

Step away
step away
 as the rain begins to fall.

It is good to be back- happy Sunday everyone.

The words for the Sunday Whirl are: listen, giddy, tumult, breath, venture, bitter
step, practice, within, clarity, fire, awake

Thursday, January 03, 2013

On a Sunny Day in January

January 3, 2013  - a small Stone 
On a Sunny Day in January   Teri H Hoover

underlying the sunny day
the doctor has no more treatments to offer.
a man crumpled beneath hospital blankets
readies himself for the last battle.

Wednesday, January 02, 2013

Pick Me!

January 2, 2013  - a small Stone 
Pick Me!  Teri H Hoover

Thousands of bolts of fabric vying for my attention,
desperate to be emancipated from the wooden shelves.
I stay true to the mission of finding 3 neutrals. 
They will bring a bit of balance
 to my fabric stash back home.


Tuesday, January 01, 2013

A Personal Summer

My feet search the sheets for coolness
like a dog snuffling along the kitchen floor for left overs. 
Even in the midst of winter my body feels the summer heat.

I am taking part in the January 2013 Mindful Writing (Small Stones) Challenge. If you would like more information or to find out how to take part please click on the icon in the sidebar.