Tag Archives: Shift
Something Else (Diary of A Mad Hatter)
sometime in late august… where is everybody? no ravens. no birds. only a lone squirrel. The birds have been scant for some time. is it the season? are they off doing more important stuff? fluffing there nests for winter? or … Continue reading
The Cessation of Time
by P. R. Lowe copyright July 4, 2016 July1st (already?). Time just seems to be cruisin’ on…..like a swift sail boat in a high wind….then just as swiftly it comes to a crawl like a sick slug. Sometimes it … Continue reading
Walking Mantras (Switch It Up! Erase and Replace!)
March 30, 2016 Note: For “back story” see bottom of page. “My destiny rides squarely on the back of my imagination.”_ Shonda Rhimes I have all the time in the world. I am free of hurry, worry, stress and feeling … Continue reading
Addendum: The Gray Bird Mysery
A visit to the library enlightened me to the fact that my visiting friend was a type of Flycatcher and that a baby Owl is unmistakable an Owl. Even if one has never seen an Owl, in real time, one … Continue reading
Diary of a Mad Hatter
Sometime in September copyright © by P. R. Lowe I stood on my deck, at dawn, under a canopy of seemingly serene trees and looked across to the blue ridge of mountains. I watched the sun as it crawled from … Continue reading
Veiled
by P. R. Lowe copyright May 15 , 2015 (written Dec. 11, 1971) After the first snow when fields lie pressed to the earth and grasses are turned to beige the death that wails between clacking branches and empty hollows … Continue reading
Gossamer Poison
copyright© April 6,2015 by P. R. Lowe The skies are scattered with what I know not It lights on tree branches like gossamer poison The trees The lungs of earth They gasp then shift their perspective and carry on
Season of the Long Shadows
Copyright © by P.R. Lowe, October 1, 2003 The squirrels are out en masse and the grasses turn umber behind our backs. What we lack in slumber we pass for daydreaming in the light and birds huddle on the line, … Continue reading
Embodiment of Grace
Copyright © September 18, 2010, by P. R. Lowe The presence of the great black oak soothed me after a day of imagined difficulties and I knew instantly: ……trees are the embodiment of grace in a world that seems to … Continue reading
