#1 Blue Broken glass litters the floor. As I hug my daughter against my shattered heart. I feel her warm tears. We sit huddled against the refrigerator door. All this breakage... She’ll want to come back to us again… . . . …I’ll probably say yes... #2 Green The sun is a pale disc. The fog bank moves in from the South. Everywhere is grey and shrouded, Except the grass beneath my feet. It remains green for me - even when she’s not here. #3 Orange Marigolds Strung in long chains Drape from balconies and across pergolas A hubbub of voices A riot of colour An extravaganza of flavours A painted elephant A sacred fire Two souls are joined
After crossing the stream the climb began. Five leagues lay behind them. The last league was all uphill. A soldier’s boot carried the pebble. It was quartz and pure white. Belonging in the stream, it was foreign. Here on the mountain granite ruled. The entire landscape was grey and brooding. Escarpments were vertigo inducing.
The soldier slipped dislodging the pebble. Unnoticed, it bounced over the precipice. No longer a pebble, it became more. Ricocheting from rock to rock it descended. The pebble was now a message.
Below, the enemy encamped. One soldier patrolled the cliff base alone. He paused to rest. From his pack he removed an apple. He sat and watched and listened. He heard the pebbles decent. Suddenly he was alert. The pebble stopped at his feet. Knowing these hills, he saw the implication. He thanked his god for the message. He would be prepared when they came.