The rain turned a lovely shade of pink 
- “Walking Rain”
- Sunset of Gold
A handful of stones: Several daily observations.
The late afternoon becomes the master’s canvas. In the last image there is the moon in the sky and it seems, below there is a light acting as echo. It seems to be something about the “joining of heaven and earth.” Native people could see this when they came to the edge of a stream and saw the sparkling mica in the water, they said it was “joining heaven and earth.”
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- Sunday Wordle
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
Little Girl’s Favorite Thing
Was to sweep
In the morning she would begin sweeping
Swept the sun on its journey through the day
Swept the cement walk
Swept away the rusty nails
Swept the path for crawling prophets
Tenderly she swept away the torment of scars
Made notes of all that needed to be swept
One day she swept herself away
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Carry On Tuesday #117 Prompt: Rupert Brooke’s poem. The opening line “If I should die, think only this of me.”
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-prompt-for-tuesday-august-9th-this.html
- Woman Sweeps a Path
She Sweeps a Path of Her Own
The poem began
“If I should die”
And I thought
Not “if” but “when” I die
For I will
It is so for each of us
The day draws nearer
I hope you will
“Think this of me”
She walked a narrow path
Of her own choosing
Followed no words of man
Gave her best
To all she met on the trail
Asked no more than
She was willing to give
Looked for beauty in each day
Her heart full of joy
Lived each day in gratitude
For the many gifts of life
Especially for you
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