There you are in a seemingly unlikely spot,
tending to your babies the way I tended to mine.
You watch me, watching you, wishing gentle
thoughts and finally, walking away.
Watching You
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The Pleasures of Spring
soft, blue skies
late sunsets
pink and yellow and red and purple
tender grass
rainy afternoons
thunderstorms
the smell of soil
cool mornings
shades of green
baby bunnies
a robin’s blue egg shell
carrots from the farmer’s market
Afternoon Sun
The afternoon sun fell on the flowers,
casting a warm, golden, luminous embrace.
I envied them so.
Benches
Stone benches for faeries,
butterflies and
golden-feathered finches.
Red
All those cold, grey months you slept so soundly in the frigid
silence of snow. I saw you in my day dreams and you are even
more stunning than I remembered.
Epic
How many things have you held?
How many hands have carried you?
How many lives have you lived?
My children laugh at me when I fall in love with items
like rusty colanders. But I know if they could speak,
the stories they would tell would be epic.
Versions of Reality
What do you think you see?
Moments
Moments lost to time and memory
float on colored lights in the distance.
Things of beauty lately
old books ordered from faraway shops
1950’s alarm clock
dried flowers
gold-striped tape
soft pink sunrise
tiny notebook perfect for a pocket
handmade cards
afternoon sunlight on daisies
Unspoken
Shadows outline all that remains unspoken.
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