Songs and Dreams

Here I am again at last, on the threshold of a dream. I’ve been feeling very quiet and still lately but ….

this is my contribution to Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness 4-7.  All are welcome to submit monochrome images!  (my images are places on Vancouver Island.)

The Threshold of a Dream

My tongue is silent

Cradled in it’s dark cavern

My voice is caught somewhere between the breath and strings

of a forgotten chord

I stand on the threshold of a dream

Not moving, but hearing everything,

Seeing, feeling,

waiting for the right moment

to step

outside the prism of my thoughts

into some sublime wail.






( every once in awhile I hear  Euterpe’s whisper though I don’t often write in poetic form)


….but, check out the secret song of a tree stump!

In spite of setbacks and some lows this last while I finally managed to get my tiny garden going and I have visitors! Deer and bunnies come to the little rise at the back. I can walk into the woodland and up the mountain from there. I tried to plant some deer resistant flowers if there are such things!

Morning singing


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“Something calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh”