A casual summer conversation many years ago:
Me: “Your chlamydia is beautiful.”
Neighbor (with a slight stammer): “Thank you.”
Clematis
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Choices
Sometimes dahlias instead of roses,
or sand storms instead of rain,
can seem misguided and be misjudged.
There are times when the obvious,
is not quite the right choice.
New
The fog lifts and the day begins anew.
Things I love that are orange (a very small list)
mandarins and
marigolds,
the setting sun,
and creamsicles
Summer Porch Ledge
A porch ledge on a warm June night beckons with sparkling secrets
that only small, twinkling lights can keep. Charming all winged
creatures and telling fantastic midnight tales of adventure,
their hypnotic spell weaves in and out of green ivy dreams.
World’s Fair
The look of happiness, trapped and frozen in
that 1964 photograph looks hauntingly hopeful.
How I wish I could have seen it on your
lovely face in my lifetime.
A short story…
Hot Pink Rose
If I were a smallish pixie, I’d wear you as a hat.
Gatsby
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves
growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies,
I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning
over again with the summer.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
To Grow
days of rain
and days of sun—
we must have both
spanishwoods 