Sunday, December 19, 2010

Slowly on Sunday

The smell of the wet earth and the trees is amazing.  The cool breeze brings it inside and we sigh.  The rain comes down still.  Window panes sprinkled, a blur, beautiful.
The creek is swollen, gushing by, a month ago it was dry.  Ducks sit on fence posts, the water too fast.
Green frogs, croaking and hopping in the night.
Lilly Pilly berries stung by flies, spoiled, imperfect.
Sunday in the rain.


  1. We are having the sma ethoughts..we looked outside this morning w/ a fresh dusting of snow,the trees are all decorated with it..and tender little snowflakes still fall with a hint of sunshine..Wonderland.. different than yours.. but you get it:)


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