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Early Autumn
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Dreaming
Darkness– the sweet and spicy spiral visions of velvety midnight lightning with torrential rains and golden amber daybreaks dawning into a black murder of flying crows and a tiny blue butterfly’s breath blowing stray raindrops on falling leaves with a feeling of deep peace and great abandon.
Things I’ve lost (are often the things I’ve gained)
the desire to please
misgivings about asking questions
the ability to be intimidated
the need to fill silence with words
Bird Notes
Dear Mr. C. Waxwing:
I love you.
Desert
Southwestern horizons dressed in long-tailed lizard tracks and sage scented breezes haunt my dreams with an inexplicable longing and deep desert nostalgia.
Fog on the water
The fog on the water, blankets my soul and lifts my spirit with the gentleness of a calm, warm morning.
Soothing Art
The art that I see on the trunk of a tree
on the face of the sky
in the way the geese fly
on the feathers of crows
and the way the wind blows–
soothes my unsettled senses
Joy
There it is, elusive and silent, it drifts quietly like a bee from rose to rose, content to linger as does the amber pollen on a hummingbird’s wings.
Puppy Dreams
catching the blowing leaves
chasing bunnies
eating sticks
barking at other pups
cones filled with cheese
naps in quiet corners
Buds
pink faerie buds waiting to bloom–
tight little fists of candied thoughts and twinkling wishes
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