Thursday, January 26, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Small Stone - Day 19

went to the movies with a friend today.  It reminded me of what my grandma said years ago:


Small Stone - Day 18

hump day. . .the cat and I take a nip

(and that's a nip, not a nap!)

Monday, January 16, 2012

Small Stone - Day 16

The automatic check out voice asks me "Will you be using your own bags?" I push "Yes" and proceed to place my cloth bags on the turnstile for loading. "Please remove the last item," is her robotic reply. I remove the bags, wait a second and put them back on the turnstile. "Please see attendant for assistance." I look around in search of the elusive "attendant."  No one comes to my assistance.  After a few more rounds with "the Voice," I load my groceries back into the cart and head for a "real" check out line.  "Paper or plastic?" asks the flesh-and-blood check-out girl.  I hand the bag-boy my cloth bags and he scowls and opens his mouth.  I just glare at him.  Then he puts the gallon of milk on top of the eggs.

going green
a vine sprouts
in the compost pile

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Small Stone - Day 15

Savasana. . .only this breath. . .only this breath

haiku by Terri L. French
photo by Annie Juhl

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Small Stones 10 & 11

rain, rain, rain
I check my armpits
for gills

good karma
driveway earthworms
returned to the soil

Monday, January 9, 2012

Small Stone - Day 8

She's been gone over ten years
It's been raining for days
Today gray lays on top of gray
and all I wish for is the smell
. . .of wet dog

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Small Stone - Day 5

From a distance
wings unfurled
gliding on the thermals
of a winter wind

From a distance
I watch his flight
a foreboding circle
against a blue back drop

From a distance
squinting through lashes
and into the sun
this turkey buzzard

From a distance

Wednesday, January 4, 2012