I will pick you up, if you fall.
Promise
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What is it about you…
that draws my attention every morning?
Your solid foundation, not a brick out of place,
your dental work, pristine and perfectly aligned,
your keystones distributing the weighty stress of the world
or your intricately carved cycloptic window?
I am captivated by the structure of your character and look away
in time to miss the green light turn to red once again.
Question
“What happens when you run out
of things to say?” she asked innocently.
The absurdity of the question
rendered me speechless.
November Rose
Two days before the storm arrived,
I admired your shy, blushing beauty.
Surely you must have known it was
dangerous, foolhardy, reckless even.
How could I later resist looking
for your velvety petals in the snow?
Thanksgiving
To everyone in the U.S., Happy Thanksgiving.
I’ll be back next week.
Linked
reading and coffee
cheese and mustard
snow days and ice cream
relaxing to Janice Joplin
you in California, me in Pennsylvania
Berries on a Tree
Now that the leaves have left
and the sun has faded,
now that the nights are cold
and your skin is coarse,
are you lonely?
Morning Walk
Walking at the blue hour of morning,
wet and cold and almost foreboding–
I hear the train in the distance…
It races past with a steamy, pulsating pace
that blows my red scarf onto my face–
I pause to pick up the terrified pup.
Garden Treasures
glossy pink and blue rocks
delicate greens
sweet little purple flowers
and one clear crystal marble
Defiance
Brittle, fragile reeds sway in the breeze–
soft seeds float away with defiance.
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