Sometime ago I road my bike to a local pond. I was the only human there and sat enjoying the ducks and blackbirds meander about …
Blackbirds Weave A Pond
Days Like These
Days like these my soul finds rest. Clouds hang over the fir trees, their tops peek-a-boo. Moisture hangs on their boughs; …
A Drop Of Grace
A Drop of Grace It was about 2007, Spring, I think, maybe Summer. I was riding my bike …
Some Day
Some Day Some day I will be the mist in the ancient trees, flowing down the mountain and filling the valleys. Some day I …
Welcome to A Musing Hart
Hello out there! Here in lie the speculations, theories, stories and rants of Lisa Hart. I will follow my musing heart as I offer the …