#AwakeAugust 31

just six more words:
then I can stop paying attention.

© nan p. 

[Just kidding with this little play on words/small stones! I have really enjoyed the structure of a daily writing practice this month -- paying proper attention and trying to polish a moment into a small stone poem. With any luck, I am in a better habit than I had been, and I hope to write a few words here more often than I had in recent months.]

#AwakeAugust 30

headlights cut through thick white fog --
tiny water droplets shrouding vision.
drivers anticipate the return of the cloud
to the sky.

© nan p. 

#AwakeAugust 29

diamond light drumming
fuels me on the drive to work--
partly cloudy with slight chance of rain

© nan p.

[Dedicated to Spencer/ Tweedy. Thanks.]

#AwakeAugust 28

fall allergens fill humid late-August air --
full head, scratchy throat
and heavy eyelids blinking . . .

I wait for
Benadryl relief.

© nan p.

[Not my favorite body-feeling. This is like a mild hangover, and I am drowsy with a beautiful day outside.]

#AwakeAugust 27

it's a bitter love --
hot french roast in the morning.

© nan p. 

#AwakeAugust 26

tapping into emotions of others --
makes me alive
makes me tired

© nan p. 

#AwakeAugust 25

before the storm
green trees in the foreground are a darker shade of green
green hills in the background look gunmetal gray
gray-blue cloud cover batting spreads full the sky
-- in some places narrow stretches of yellow-gold light
try to break through.

© nan p.

#AwakeAugust 24

tired eyes
reading article
on sleep deprivation
and what to do about it.

© nan p.

#AwakeAugust 23

sun on my face
amber at my throat
I climb the steps to work --
waning gibbous
in northwestern sky

© nan p.

#AwakeAugust 22

breezes rustle oak leaves
and gently singing wind chimes --
I sit in the sun on the deck
after work
savoring end-of-summer perfection
and trying to keep other worries
on the shelf.

© nan p.