Small Stones: Day Twenty Seven

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...

For one poet
the fog came on little cat feet.
For me it comes
on the memory of a snowy day,
a grade school classroom,
an old portable record player,
and Sandburg's voice
yanking a little girl away
to a bay she'd never seen.

Favorite Oldie...

Boxing Match