Catherine
perfect imperfections skipping strides skipping rocks my heart, skipping beats deceleration completes its vivid circle and again I sit on my observer’s roost in motionless moment-ness eyes glued on this child whose tininess overwhelms for... More »
Catherine
when the August air stays liquid cool in the morning and the blue of the sky peeks down fills all my cups with its vibrant hue I will bring my shakiness held-breath burdens carve myself... More »
Catherine
the summit view taking it in alone the children and squirrels scamper, little bodies so fresh in joy knitting time with small movements the trees, the clouds conversing gritty mottled rocks still gleam from their... More »
Catherine
four foot swells in the pouring rain writing my words in the wet grey sand oh, its been said, its been said my friend let silence move in you now let silence be summer silence... More »
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June 2009 
