Why are you locked?
Are you hiding treasure, secret riddles, obscure relics?
Perhaps a golden chalice, or a vintage vette,
or an old grandfather’s woodworking tools…
Blue Doors
All posts by spanishwoods
Bread
The bread is fresh,
soft and crispy.
I can’t help but close my eyes–
surrendering my will to its
steamy spellbinding smell.
September 1
The tree outside our balcony is changing,
although the days are still warm.
September steps forward,
and I bid it a peaceful welcome.
Garden Cat
Watchful garden cat,
you look so earnest–
I envy your solid ambition.
Today: pink and purple
If I could color everything with crayon,
today, I would choose pink and purple.
Geese
Watching the geese fly across the morning sunrise,
hearing their distant honking calls–
wishing I could call back to them in return.
Carnival Lights
How can something so seemingly mundane reflect
innocent excitement and seem sinister at the same time?
Goodbye
As my children walked toward the first day of school,
I whispered goodbye to summer.
A memory
biking on the black bridge
bits of blue between the clouds
soft breezes from the river
my son and I watch the barge below–
this moment beautifully burned into my memory
Artful
Art is beauty–
and there is beauty to be found in most everything.
spanishwoods 