My old girl Annie on this foggy morning. She’s the one I wrote about in Cold Comfort – The Solace of Solstice.
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Hillbilly Zen – Annie in the Fog
30 Mar 2013 9 Comments
in Finding Zen, Life, Pets Tags: Fog, Horses, Morning, Quarter Horse, Zen
Hillbilly Zen – Lazy Poet’s Lament
21 Mar 2013 4 Comments
in Life, Poetry Tags: Clarity, Fog, Guilt, Lament, Lazy, Motivation, Neglect, Peace, Poet, Procrastination, Silk, Spider
Photo courtesy of Llano Lodge
Lazy Poet’s Lament
Waking from prescription sleep,
I move through molasses to the window.
Entranced by the fog, fields
smudged and damp with not-quite-vapor,
“I’ll write,” I think, anticipating
peace on a page.
But I’m too slow. By the time coffee’s ready
my cocoon
is desiccated by sunrise,
swept away by wind,
housekeepers hell-bent
on tidying up the morning.
Harsh new clarity exposes
neglected chores that glitter with guilt.
A strand of spider-spun silk
arcs gently in the breeze,
an elegant tether from tree to earth.
Screw it.
I smile and put pen to paper.
