Double egg from Red, Bantie eggs, and one from
Phez as well. Blessings from our beloved hens

Sun in a Shell

It’s morning
Sun shatters
Cold night
Like hot shards of glass
Turning the quiet land
into a Kaleidoscope of color
A symphony of sound.

How can one place hold so much beauty?

The mountains spread like a patchwork quilt
Thrusting sheer night along a non-existent horizon line
Holding this place in their hands

The light kisses the corners of the house.
Warms tops of fig trees pregnant with fruit
Brushes sleep from tired grass.

How can one place hold so much beauty?

A low gurgle of sound
escapes from the soft, sweet, heads of goats
who peer expectantly at the quiet door
Ears pricked in expectation,
Udders swaying full with sweet milk
The epitome of fresh.

As sleepy cats stretch
And horses whisper in greeting
Full with the nip in the air
Shaking graceful heads and butter soft noses,
They dance a ballet of excitement.

How can one place hold so much beauty?

The Chickens squabble with the dawn
Fluffing down feathers
Leaving soft oval jewels
of sun in a shell.

The beauty laughes
as this place awakes

“Carpe Diem!”
it Sings


by Keely Anderson/Harmony Hill/October 2008