For the coming eight weeks, I am returning to writing A Flower for God and vacationing. This March, Purely Prema passed a three-year mark with over one-hundred-eighty published stories—each exploring in memoir how spiritual views have influenced my worldly views. To new readers and current followers, I appreciate and gratefully acknowledge you.
Love is who we are, Prema
snow everywhere
a cardinal in the hedge
faces the sun
full moon
following my flashlight
home too far
field heat
a hawk takes flight
a lizard dangles
two a.m.
a clock’s quiet ticking
still my mind jumps
midday
birds on a water buffalo
divide the back
in shadow
a gray cat on gray stone
unseen
dusk
a goat herder bends
a boy’s shoe’s undone
lunch time
ants cover a potato chip
forgotten