Shrouded Shore: The Many Musings of Thom Singleton

  A Shocking Sight! It’s 5AM. Through sleepy eyes, I look outside. It’s snowing! White flakes flurry about in my now wide-open eyes. But wait! My still-groggy brain remembers that it’s June. I finally realize that it’s cotton falling from the cottonwoods, not late-spring flurries.

  Suns, Big and Little, and Ducks It’s sunny out by the deck today. Not too hot, a little breezy. Perfect for soaking-up some rays while watching a little sun fly by. The little sun, an oriole, bright gold-breasted, lands on the feeder adorned with orange slices and cups of jelly. His good looks rival even that of the wood duck who visits our yard as well. Woody and his mate avail themselves of the waters of our little pond, as does a mallard couple dousing and preening themselves in the clear water. Other interesting visitors today were three mallards, all male, meeting and quacking together, perhaps taking respite from sitting on their respective nests. Spring is an interesting season for birdwatchers like me.

  Starry Night t      An ekphrasis of Vincent Van Gogh’s painting, Starry Night,      as depicted on my latest book’s cover by George Ramponi, age nine In the bright, star-lit night,  Stars seem to swirl, and flicker as they do,  In the dark-blue above the tiny town. The stars, like bright eyes of the heavens, gaze down to Earth,  A shining mantle of protection in the dark night, Protection only light can provide. 

  Grandson Kai, What a Guy! “A” earner Big Brother Great sharer Wall climber Football player Game player Fun maker Picture taker Big hugger 8th grade graduate Kai, what a guy!

  Green River Wind powers the spindrift waves Waves of green branches Green branches at forest’s edge Churn like rapids in a river Wind currents as insistent as the flow of water Create an emerald waterfall

  Colorful Life Water pours from the heavens Color arrives through the flood Raindrops sparkle silver as they hit the pond Oriole gold at the feeder Mallard green in the pond Multicolored wood duck as well Robins bob their red breasts through the meadow  And, grass and trees, winter-barren, become spring green A world transformed