Skye-Luna

Saturday In the GardenThe sultry sun hides behind foreboding clouds pregnant with rain; the perfect weather to break ground. Trowel and rake are in the basket, with garden gloves and knee pads. All of which are forsaken for the simple pleasure of being one with the earth. Small mountains stand next to newly-dug holes waiting to be filled with one of many treasures found rambling wild on a road side… tended to in someone's yard… gifted from Mother's cuttings. Bees hum along between the leaves Where aphids once lived… Hummingbirds dart from treat to treat, filling themselves with nectar as the sweet smell of fresh dirt permeates the air on t...

The warm edge of just beginning beckons like a newly threaded loom, taut with possibility - the threads a tangled coat of many colors. There is such unforgivable seduction in the unknown - all you can taste is riddles; and the shock of unraveling secrets reverberates on your tongue like the low rumble of summer. Mystery is a pillow you place your head upon and beg for happily ever after. And in the corner of your eye she sits - the rich India ink of her words teasing your anticipation. If she offered herself up, skin peeled back to reveal the raw beauty of flaws, would you even guess at the bright wealth she weaves? For she holds your hear...