Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.


MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

VISIT MY NEW BLOG, MOUNTAIN WOMAN, WHERE YOU WILL FIND UPDATES ON WHAT'S HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN, IN THE ENVIRONMENT, IN MY IMAGINATION, IN MY GARDEN, AND AMONG MY MOUNTAIN WOMEN FRIENDS.




Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Last Morning Glory


With so much fiery light filtered through  autumn leaves, I was startled to see this lone morning glory blooming at my window.  Not intimidated at all by the wildfires of autumn.  My first batch of glories died while I was away with my mother this summer.  I replanted, and soon I had my green leafy vines back, spreading over the backroom windows.  I never expected them to bloom, though.

So this small flower took me by surprise.   I wonder what I would hear if I put it to my ear.  It does have the shape of an old-fashioned telephone earpiece or a delicate megaphone, through which a whisper might be heard.  If you leaned close enough.   Like the conch shells on my grandmother's table, holding the sound of ocean in their depths.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.  ~Basho





2 comments:

Lynn said...

~You've swept me off my feet~

Your eye for beauty is in sync with mine. Just noticing a lone flower and mentioning the situation of what happened to the majority of blooms resonates.

I intend to share your site with my daughter & little grandchild.

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Thank you, Lynn. I hope this site gives them--and you--pleasure.