Shrouded Shore: The Many Musings of Thom Singleton

  Woody A day clear, calm, and light, quite spicy bright, A treasure of pleasure took flight. Our luck was to glimpse a wet duck fresh from the rinse. He emerged from the verge of the wood. A dream to the eyes, of seven colors comprised, A wood duck, a visual prize.

  Our Heart Ever think about your heartbeat? Waking or sleeping, it goes on and on, Coursing lifeblood through your body. No wonder the heart is the symbol of love. Hard-working, freely giving. An example for the fear-driven mind to change. To spread love in the world, Nonstop.

  Spring Awakens Sleeping the long winter in suspended animation, The maple awakens, bursts buds into light green beauty. Leaves begin once again to breath the tree, inhaling carbon, exhaling oxygen. The tree is one of many in our world in support of air-breathing beings. Other life forms green-up the world - grass, irises, clover. Deer, looking tattered, shed last year’s coat in April warmth, and graze in the clover. Summertime feeders are up to attract our spring migrants - orioles and hummingbirds. Two mated mallards have made our pond theirs. They feed on seed dropped from our feeders, then float in the pond, always preening. Other friends make their grand appearance, a pair of wood ducks in all their glory. But, so much for writing, as I have beaks to feed.  

  An Eclipse of the Mind      You don’t see things as they are. You see things as you are.                                                                                 -Talmud You look up - through special glasses - and see what you think is the Moon, an arc of light. The Earth is between the Sun and the Moon. The Earth is shading the Moon, right? But it’s daytime on solar eclipse day, and this is different. The Moon is between the Earth and the Sun. We’re seeing an arc of Sun, not an arc of Moon. For a moment, we thought we saw what we’re used to, an arc of Moo...