A small stone from the Similkameen
January 14th, 2012

I play from my repertoire
of Joplin
but squeeze in a hymn or two

the jazzy ones....

A small stone from theSimilkameen
January 13th, 2012

Sturdy homemade bread
warm from the toaster
glistening with butter.

And honey??

A small stone from the Similkameen
January 12th, 2012

My EGO stirs,
wakening from the bed
where I laid it to rest.

Here comes trouble!

A small stone from the Similkameen

January 11th, 2012

I wait for the sun to crest the mountain
it is noon when I venture forth
to feed the small birds and the compost bin

The sky is blue, the sun is shy,
and the air has a sweet winter chill

A Small Stone from the Similkameen

January 10th, 2012



The grasses of winter
glisten in the sunlight


but when the sky is grey
the grasses of winter
are subdued against the pale earth.

A small stone from the Similkameen

January 9th, 2012

I smother the chicken with honey and butter
add some sliced carrot
and pop in a potato to bake

dinner's on - happy hour!

A Small stone from the Similkameen

|January 8th, 2012

'Mother' says our elder daughter,
her voice registering mock astonishment,
I never thought I 'd see artificial flowers in your home!'

I glance at the bright unruly bouquet, a little guiltily
but then I realize I love the corner where they sit
and the little bird who chirps when you squeeze him,
sitting on a curly willow branch.