Monday, January 23, 2017

Above the Mist

Above the Mist By Teri H Hoover -January 23,2017




Above the mist,
Beyond the clouds.
Thoughts and colors disappear.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Good Night

Good Night- By Teri H Hoover   January 13,2017



Light so dim,
There is nothing to see.
Music so low,
The tune is silenced.
Day draining away,
Into the bliss of night.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Ponder

Ponder By Teri H Hoover   January 11,2017 
Prompt -Ponder Small Stones: A Journey of Mindfullness Facebook group



Ponder this
There is nothing
.................. then there is something.
There is something
.................. then there is nothing.


Ponder who would have thought?

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Undeniable

Undeniable a Denied By Teri H Hoover - January 10,2017


My husband and my dog,
Asleep long ago.
Such comfort,
Under the covers.
Eyelids like magnets,
Dreams begin to float.
Enfolded into sheets,
With Nora Jones, (who insists that I should not be denied) 

and two of the comfiest creatures on the planet.

Sunday, January 08, 2017

Finnish Boots

Finnish Boots by Teri H Hoover- January 8, 2017



A vehicle to move me,
Along I 81.
If I need to walk I am ready.

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Saturday, January 07, 2017

Longing

Longing By Teri H Hoover -January 7,2017




Reaching toward heaven,
on a cold January day.
Maybe heaven moved.



Friday, January 06, 2017

Wobble

Wobble by Teri H Hoover January 6, 2017



When we

w o b  b Le


our parallel lines make spectacular curves.





(It began to snow during my walk today, children on their way home from school full of smiles. One happily rode along on their scooter, a bit wobbly and left these lines in the snow.)


Thursday, January 05, 2017

Gone

Gone by Teri H Hoover -January 5, 2017



If I had a thought,
It is too late to find it.
Sleep beckons.

Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Dishwasher Lullaby

Dishwasher Lullaby By Teri H Hoover-January 4,2017



When you stay up this late the dishwasher begins to sound like a lullaby.

Perchance

Perchance by Teri H Hoover- January 4, 2017



The perfection of the late, late evening,
Is found in a pool of light, a gentle snore,
And the pillow under my head.

Monday, January 02, 2017

In the Garden

In the Garden By Teri  H Hoover -January 2, 2017



Finishing up our 3 mile walk we enter the garden gate. Pepper gainfully slides in before me. Her black snout nuzzles gently and successfully. Inside she waits to be free of her leash and bounds toward the deck door. Picking through sea shells I grab the hidden key and open the door. Pepper looks at me mystified as I grab the clippers and head right back outside. She joins me in hopes of another walk. But my plan, despite a chilly, gray January afternoon is to linger a bit in the neglected garden. Clippers in hand, I move toward my intended leaf littered bed. Just one bed, my bare hands will need a good cleaning later. Moldy and slippery gray lilac leaves have buried themselves among the stems of the naked coreopsis sienna sunset. The clippers are rebuffed and slide along decayed gladiola stalk. But almost immediately my happy little pile takes the shape of a little upside down birds nest. The newly uncovered brown dirt looks pleased with itself. I pause at the muffled tune in my coat pocket. “Ah!Now this is good!” My brother Dan has called and he generously ends up sharing the next half hour in the garden with me. On speaker phone he keeps me company and little by little we bring a bit of light to the fading January afternoon.




Sunday, January 01, 2017

Brand New

Brand New by Teri H Hoover - January 1, 2017



Towards Tomorrow
Hanging back, 'till the coast is clear.
Inward chafing, wincing, squirming.
New beginnings vex me so.
Let's be done with it !
Like getting that first good scratch on a new car.
Relief - and not too soon, this new years day is nearly over.