Everything is temporary.
Blue Car in a Field
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The Visit
It was a Saturday morning in early August–
we purchased you at the farmer’s market,
right outside the diner’s doors.
We had breakfast in that small town and
laughed while drinking strong coffee.
Later, leaving you in a vase on their kitchen table,
we said our goodbyes without realizing
the finality of that simple gesture.
When Doorways Speak
Come in, have some café con leche–
and share some friendship with me today.
Garden in the Fall
Soft, velvety shades of silver in the autumn garden–
the memory of your touch will linger in my mind
through the coming winter.
Wet November
Rain falls quietly on leaves–
grey skies embrace me
in the moist, cold dampness
of a wet November day.
Imprint
How many pink sunsets do we carry within us?
Lost memories, trinkets of conversations stored within
cotton candy clouds in my mind. Little shards of flat
Ohio landscapes, slices of Canadian summers, thoughts
filed away and kept safe; imprinted on the past
like a sticky carnival hand stamp.
I touched…
your green ribbons laced with thorns
and was relieved that your threatening
presentation was so beautifully exaggerated.
Individual
Water, crystal, sand or sunshine,
sawdust, cotton, land or lightening–
What are we really made of?
Forest Faerie
If I were a sweet little faerie
I’d live close to the forest leaves.
I’d lasso a lovely monarch
and fly free on the afternoon breeze.
Early Evening
Sunset daisy reaches for a little more light
in the early evenings of November.
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