Small Stones: Day Thirteen

I have committed to participating in the National Month of Small Stones (read about it at A River of Stones, here). This will be a real challenge for me. Rather than my usual lengthy missives, I will be reigning in my writing muses and only writing a tiny nugget to capture what I've observed. The key is being open and aware, and noting the moment when it comes. For those of you who will miss my usual rambling, I'll be including a link to favorite "oldies" that I've written -just click on the red oldie title and the link will take you there.


Today's Small Stone...

Yesterday I cried
for a little girl who was once
lost in the seriousness of life.
I've seen her before,
but don't always acknowledge her.
This time
I kissed the mirror.

Favorite Oldie...

...She Said Peevishly