Author: gaia mouse

I am a writer, painter, potter, and photographer. I was drawn to writing late in life due to my professional life as a speech-language pathologist (SLP). This led me to an interest in language, social communication, and writing. I believe creativity heals ourselves and our society, and is a way to find an ethical, sustainable future.

It is at

It is at
Forest
Edges
Where we see
Most clearly.

Shadow laid on shadow
Cut by sunlight
Bare branches
Life tightly sealed inside
Bark and layered rings
Counting years past

All cast
Against
Cerulean winter
Sky so clear
I can almost see
The infinite
Stars
Beyond.

notice (after rain)

rain

drops

fill

with sun on grass,

miniature prisms

sparkling

cherry,

daffodil,

jade.

fence

lit

gold

at

regular

intervals,

interstices

gradually decrease

w/ distance.

6/3/2015

Spring is the time of death.
Look out the windows;
Mist and memory drift
from the verdant hills.

At road’s curb,
mangled
bat wing
slate sky.
I drive.
Death lays.

It Is At

It is at
Forest edges
Where we see them
Most clearly.

Shadow laid on shadow
Cut by sunlight
Bare branches
Life tightly sealed inside
Bark and layered rings
Counting years
Back into past.

All cast against
Cerulean winter sky
So clear
I can almost see
The infinite
Stars
Beyond.