A Pile of Stones

I made some posts on Small Stones, but they are so far down the list I can’t retrieve them.  First week of the semester, so I’m behind. I’m paying attention, and I’m writing things down. I’m not necessarily getting them all here.  So for some catching up:

Day 5: Trees without their clothes, their bare limbs stretch skyward, as distinct as junior high girls in the gym locker room wearing only their skivvies.

Day 6: The blackbirds on the power line all facing the mountains, ignoring the traffic below.

Day 7: In some strange game, the bird balloon out, swoop around in time choreography, then return to their wire.  Even with the car windows up, I can hear them laughing together.