DAILY DITTY

~~ The deer are on the run from the hunters crouching beneath trees that when the cold front hit curled up their leaves and dried.

~~ Crouched over the tiny brass heron scissors carefully clipping items from a stack of catalogs to glue onto a box, the frayed matriarch fretted about her family. Always a box. Always the Mod Podge. Always the layers of individual pieces pasted back together, each brush stroke easing her worried helplessness. 

~~ The Texan rode his Harley like a cowboy astride a Mustang.

~~The woman leaning on the weathered fence post watching the waves thrash the battered shoreline tugged her husband's sweater more tightly around her frail frame in futile effort to ward off the oncoming wind.

~~The moon casts shadows of palm fronds waving in the predawn breeze long across the pavement and butterscotch lights glow in windows of other restless citizens.

~~The woman gaped through firefly infused fog at the Shenandoahs that appeared suddenly out of the settled darkness, back-lit by an explosive lightening storm.

~~The massive magnolia blossom opened like a crown at the crest of the tree, brilliant white glistening against the aqua sky, while Miss Ethel stood beneath in her sun bonnet and gardening apron with her outstretched hands doing the same.

~~Flowers float among her ashes, drifting listlessly on the outbound tide, while her siren daughters sing and a prayerful, grateful flock of morning family and friends loft lit lanterns into the crimson sky glowing over the Bay.

~~The bicepped author in a tight T and dark shades read slowly to a packed room of women from his recently published collection of short stories and heard the same collective sigh as he'd been hearing from such groups all around the country when he got to the part about a dying man's drugged dream of when he make love to his frightful faerie wife hoping that his love would be enough to tether her to life and distract her from the lure of the knife.

~~He rumbled his newly purchased Dually into the parking lot and backed it slowly into a conspicuous spot hoping to impress her. He beamed with joy when she greeted him with a hug at the door of the Crab Shack excitedly asking over his shoulder whether THAT was it. His pride immediately evaporated, however, when he noticed that she was pointing to a much larger diesel semi Dually parked on the opposite side of the lot.