the color red
green leaves
the smell of grass
sandals
purple tulips
the sound of birds at 5 am
butterflies
drinking coffee on the balcony
the taste of popsicles
watching the bats at night
fireflies
Things I’m missing in mid-February
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Strength
I wish for the strength of the pine boughs.
An Old House
What stories could you tell of the eyes
that looked your way?
Of the hands that touched your bright colors,
of the cracks that scar you today?
An old house with an old soul keeps secrets
of happiness and fears.
Kaleidoscope of memories that gather
and collect the years.
The Sun in February
That moment on a frigid day
when February’s sun stretches–
touching the drifting snows
and the running river waters
with an embrace of a long-lost friend.
Perfect Match
laughing on a road trip
used bookstores and coffee
walks with binoculars
cold Guinness and friends
hearts painted on bricks
puppies and naps
hawks on the light posts
sleeping with open windows
Cerebral Smells
Hot pink rose–
I took your image on a sunny September afternoon.
Now, I smell you in my mind against the deep, cold winter.
Things I’ve noticed recently
earlier sunrise
bunny tracks in the snow
a robin in the maple tree
the sweet taste of mandarins
gulls on the river
Thoughts
I throw my thoughts around
the icy river waters – lose
them on a gravel road, hide
them under snowy pine branches.
Thoughts multiply and change
and become melted colored
candies in my tight hot fist.
Lace Curtains
Watching through the curtains, she judges the day.
The moody winter sun filters through the fabric and
becomes small, peppered sparks in her weary eyes.
February Sunset
Sunset in early February reflects
a warm glow upon sheets of river ice.
Nostalgic for spring, I keep the balcony door
open until the sun disappears completely.
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