Random findings around the back yard, this afternoon


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catching glimpses
of things that catch the eye
pixel bound

and bored Scampers in the hot sun:

We’re waiting for you, you know

The Scampers have thrown themselves at my feet and are now taking a nap in the coolness of the front room.

Aside from its being too hot out-of-doors, today, to exercise in the gazebo, all goes well.

This afternoon, I simply grabbed a camera and walked around the back yard for a few minutes to shoot whatever caught my eye.

O Hidden Drawer


Revisiting Writing 201: Poetry assignments from February 2015, which I posted on my The Moments Between blog at the time. “O Hidden Drawer” a favorite of mine.

The Moments Between

“O Hidden Drawer”

Secrets tucked away against tomorrows,
Life that’s not yet realized. Keeper of Mysteries,
You hold a cache of tokens that reflect
A different me, a stranger to close friends.

Three flash memory sticks that contain
Passwords for devices and accounts
I no longer own or which have sat in a closet,
Broken, for months or years or decades.

Keys are in the drawer. Relatives’ keys
To safe deposit boxes–I don’t know where–
Left to me for their safekeeping.
When they’re dead, I’ll throw away the keys.

Short-term hope! My husband bought
A raffle ticket for me, in case I should like
Another chance for him to win a prize
Without himself appearing spendthrifty.

And last: one extended bolt release, three thumb tacks,
And an old gift card with an expiration date
That makes it useful into the next decade,
Should I have to get out of town…

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After storms



feathers too few…cold
your dead bodies in my hands
wings broke, unused

no one can block the bitter
winds or stop the icy rain

Copyright © 2018-07-03, Lizl Bennefeld.

Too many years in a row, storms too many and too strong. Too many birds dead before they learn to fly. I love the birds, their songs and winks, their nods and whispers. There are fewer, now. I miss them.


Morning After Rain: Blue Wild Flax


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Blue Wild Flax #0963

Blue Wild Flax #0959

For an hour or so after midnight, my husband and I sat in the gazebo, watching the lightning strikes on the background of glowing horizons and listening to torrential rains pounding on the wooden roof. Dashed back into the house during a brief lessening of rainfall, and then fell asleep to the sound of raindrops against the windows and the rustling of windblown leaves.

Some of the wildflowers survived to bloom, today.