twilight

clouds sail across the sky
at first white, then softly grey,
as evening weaves her first tendrils.

the here and there of the day
slowly slip away,
muscles loosening
with a knowing ache,
thoughts meandering
in the prelude to dreams.

the sun fulfills its promise
with a hushed surprise,
opening night’s portals,
spilling the luminous hues of fantasy,
making invitation.

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Eugi’s Causerie does it again with another delightful image and prompt, “twilight.” Many thanks, Eugenia!

happiness

happiness alights
in the moment of idea
the rapt work of creation
a thing made that speaks your soul

happiness meanders
whispering through the forest
stealing the breath in beauty
the mystery of which you are part

happiness skips
pausing long enough to see
to offer a smile or a gentle word
an act of aid unsullied by strings

happiness enfolds
seeing the light in your eyes
feeling the touch of your hand
the warmth of you near 

alive with creativity
awake in spirit
woven by community
blossoming between souls:
in connection, there to be discovered.

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Once again, a heartfelt thanks to Eugi’s Causerie for this week’s prompt: happiness.

bananas

I knew it was not going to be my best race. Diane really wanted to do this 5K with a buddy though, and how could I say no? I laced up and tried to get my head in the game. 

Just like that, we were off. After the initial rush of the start, Diane pointed out a runner ahead of us, and we silently agreed to overtake them. Once that was done, she picked another one.

Before I knew it, we could see the finish line ahead at the top of a rise. We knew what we had to do. Diane and I had a longstanding pact that we must pick up our pace for any hill. We grimly glanced at each other, then laid on the coal.

Breathless, we sailed across the finish line. Panting and sweating, we gratefully grabbed the bottles of water held out to us. As we walked off the race, we each snagged a banana, too.

Finally, we tumbled down onto the cool grass in the shade of a big tree. We looked at each other with goofy smiles. 

Diane held her banana up in the air.

“To your best personal time ever!” she proclaimed.

I held my banana up, too. “And to yours!” 

We clinked our bananas together in happy celebration.

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Many thanks to Eugi’s Causerie for another great prompt!

nature

the trees call out to me
grasses sing their siren call
birds warble their invitation
butterflies whisper theirs
the river murmurs its low, insistent plea
the spanning sky holds out its arms to me
as all the growing things hail entreaty
i hear the many voices of the chorus 
and cannot help but run to them
instinct pulls me toward the mothering font
i am hers and she is mine.

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So grateful to Eugi’s Causerie for this beautiful prompt!

growing things

Photo courtesy of Eugi’s Causerie

The trail takes a long, slow curve and I emerge onto a gentle slope, a vast sun-washed meadow of grasses and spindly flowers — all undulating with the breeze. My feet meet the earth with each step. Under that tender blue sky, I am but another growing thing, beautiful and free.

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Thank you, Eugi’s Causerie, for another delightful prompt and photo. This week’s prompt, “meadows.”

at the artist’s cottage, a drabble

Courtesy of Eugi’s Causerie

His cottage looked out to the waves and the sky. Paints, brushes, and canvasses in varying states of completion filled the space. His lonely time on the bluff fueled creative landscapes highly prized by art lovers. 

Then one day, the woman with the black hair knocked on his door. Now, he lay idle, his fingers mingled loosely in those raven strands, inspiration long evaporated in a haze of romance.

“Today, my love? Please, pick up your brush again,” she coaxed.

He knew he was done with landscapes. 

He stared into her sapphire eyes. New inspiration flickered.

“Yes, today,” he smiled.

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Thank you to Eugi’s Causerie for the prompt, “mingle,” and the accompanying photo.

seen

in that desperate state of erasure
to be seen,
to have all the precious contours
of both body and mind
seemingly espied
by an undistracted gaze,
suddenly feeling the breath
of the horizonless moment,
curiosity prickling open throttle,
at last, at last allows
the igniting of the pulse
to beat itself to life once more 

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Thank you so much, Eugenia, at Eugi’s Causerie, for the much-needed inspiration I found in your prompt, “magic.”

paradise, of a sort

Every self-respecting Michigander knows how you get to Paradise.

Head straight up I-75 over the bridge, then head northwest toward Tahquamenon Falls. It’s right there on the Lake Superior shoreline in the shelter of Whitefish Bay.

There are no palm trees waving in tropical breezes. Nor will you find any cabanas along the beaches of the lake’s dark, cold waters. 

It’s Paradise nevertheless. Nestled along the “big lake” on the edges of the upper peninsula’s mysterious, beautiful forests, it’s where dreams come true with that much-needed cup of coffee, maybe a pasty, and a tankful of gas. 

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Thank you, Eugenia, at Eugi’s Causerie for inspiring this little drabble with this week’s prompt, “paradise.”

the companion

Almost becalmed, the boat tiptoed through the ripples. The sails hung listless in the silence. Water stretched away in every direction to the horizon, empty of other souls.

Alone on the boat, she became aware that she was not unaccompanied. She couldn’t help but recognize and respect the rules and the whims of wind and water, nature itself.

Finally, she felt, more than heard, the susurrus of the pennant on the backstay gently answering a flutter of breeze. It gave no hint of the wild storm that would visit in the dark of night. 

No matter, she would be ready.

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100 words

Thank you, Eugenia, at Eugi’s Causerie, for this week’s prompt, “flutter”!