November Desperation

•December 10, 2017 • 1 Comment

shriveled and shivering
brick burgundy leftover leaves
dangling beneath twiggy branchings
determined
November desperation
sand cherry tree

electric green grass
still
crunchy castoffs
carpeting
floating
fluttering down dying dependents
of larger living trees nearby

stretching
scratching a brilliant blue sky
swatting at
scudding
bouncy brilliant beautiful
seasonal samhain
clouds

–elisabeth connelley

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Alone

•March 5, 2017 • 1 Comment

When I am alone
I clench tightly to the nothing
seeking
I Am
what I seek
have left
within, gnarled and knotted driftwood thoughts
Driftwood
Pine, the fear of being lost
The Ancient
splinter
I Am
All
I ever was
Alone.

–Elisabeth Connelley

To Drop

•July 4, 2015 • 2 Comments

i sit
looking out
of a window
fine rain drawing lines
down
down
from the sky
drips drop falling
from single sand-cherry leaves
plumb
also to the ground
one here
one there
does the rain decide
where to fall
does the drop choose
when to let go
does it consider
or does it simply do as it is meant
to do
and fall
is it directed beyond itself
by the flowing Tao

do i worry myself about lists and inventories and intent
do i fill my time with lists of pains

may i stop looking for what is wrong
and stop trying to make it right
and simply be

I wonder if it is too much to ask to simply notice the simply being
the drips singing
down
to the ground.
–elisabeth connelley

hmmm…

•January 22, 2015 • 1 Comment

snow snow
snow snow……snow
snow snow
…s
…n
…o
…w
snow
listen to the scuffle of the shovel
the skitter crack scattering salt
sizzle melting
steam rising
after
from tea

–elisabeth connelley

On a Winter Morning

•January 13, 2015 • 1 Comment

noticing the rosy rim
a round thing
draws my eye

creamy whites and gray shaded stone
line
hefty thick-rimmed glass
comfortably cradling
remaining
precious and fertile

soil
of summer past
holding seeds
of basil
yet to come

–elisabeth connelley

Early Winter Noise

•November 23, 2014 • 1 Comment

waking to quiet
shiny
slick
not yet dried glazed doughnut thick coated
sidewalks and roads

slurping tea
taking breathing treatment
watching as if
waiting for
something

even the birds
hold
their breaths and tapping pecks

a crow scolds
an errant fat splatting drip drop of rain
daring to fall from a branch

then silence returns

–elisabeth connelley

I Follow My Eyes, She Said

•October 19, 2014 • 2 Comments

Dirty Keys
Rosemary
Thyme
A Round Red Pot
Cobalt Blue glimpsing out from behind Ruffled Curtain
I follow my eyes, she said
Soft yellow lamp light, from an old right bulb
Pooling on Deep Orange Red and Almond Blossom
Fabric covered seat
Achievements
Showcased
In the corner
I follow my eyes, she said
Discarded Cane
Three styles of shoes
Steady now
Dried Red leaf long straight stem
Propped and top tipped over
At right angle to worn baseboard
Where it fell

–elisabeth connelley