You sleep,and hold 

your world intact,

phantom shadows

in the hall

play with you and

invite your slumber

Clever, black scavenger
calls out to me,
deftly picking up french fries
in the parking lot.


[Note: a river of stones involves writing a small stone every day during the month of January 2011. "What is a small stone? A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention."]

Noticing beauty allows me to go inside.


[Note: a river of stones involves writing a small stone every day during the month of January 2011. "What is a small stone? A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention."]

steam rises, the smell of crisp cotton

smoothing out the wrinkles

[Note: a river of stones involves writing a small stone every day during the month of January 2011. "What is a small stone? A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention."]

Winter

A winter walk,

just me and

 the sound of the Nuthatch.

Snow falling

snow falling softly, all morning, all quiet

all white

[Note: a river of stones involves writing a small stone every day during the month of January 2011. "What is a small stone? A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention."]

The sense of touch,

 a wonderful thing

to contemplate.

[Note: a river of stones involves writing a small stone every day during the month of January 2011. "What is a small stone? A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention."]