thankful for the sweet and the lovely in our lives
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Orchid
it seemed like you watched me approach–
i felt the life pulse in your beauty
in your flaws
in your vibrant color
in your delicate vines
and irridescent petals–
i felt the life pulse
as you watched me walk away
This House
This house, built slowly and with determination, stands vacant– awaiting frigid winds and unsheltered gusts of indifference.
I will hold my breath and hope to see it warmly occupied once again, in the distant spring.
I would love
to be a bird flying across the skies in the desert
to be a mountain drinking the sunrise
to be a beautiful snake sunning my scaly skin on warm rocks
to be a warm breeze caressing dusty rolling purple hills
to be a pine needle awakening to the day on the edge of a canyon
Leaves
amber leaves on delicate branches
blowing in the wind, waving gentle goodbyes–
drifting silently
and finally,
coming to rest
one upon another in a golden brittle blanket
Blue Violet
look through, past, beyond–
imagine a path, a road, a map,
a beckoning, a call, a summons–
blue violet skies await
Memory
a free fall–
piece by tiny piece,
speck by furry speck,
tumbling and drifting on long summer sun streaks
and crisp autumn breezes–
collecting casually
like dust on mercury glass
Sounds I love (an incomplete list)
acoustic guitar
crinkle paper on dried flowers
midnight rain on the roof
the call of a crow
the soft, sifting sound from the wings of flying geese
clacking typewriter keys
distant thunder
dried leaves in the wind
an approaching train
Layers
behind window panes
beneath metal bars
upon dusty shelves
under unsettling scrutiny
Fading
the fading beauty of fall
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