dragons on the dock
Dragons
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Night
I will meet you there, in a dream forest of jade and obsidian alcoves, in the dawning dusk at the platform by the stilled waters. I will meet you in a hushed whisper and a silent embrace. And I will pretend the soft breeze is your mighty hand caressing tired shoulders and blowing my hair and my fear away from my aging face.
Home
The lake water rolls toward the old docks,
an unseen force urging it home.
What does peace mean?
a warm, safe bed
good health
smiles and kind words
still waters
hot chocolate
the color blue
camp fires
tranquil thoughts in the early morning
Handful of Happiness
A handful of happiness can make up for an armload of grief.
Storm
The storm approaches and we retreat.
I keep the windows open until the rain soaks the cabin floor.
An afternoon of smudged and foggy horizons bleeding
into the water, seeping into my soul.
Hemlock
Your lovely summer snowflakes beckon as the sun warms your smooth stalks, enticing me to pick you and bring you home.
I admire your poisonous beauty from afar, never touching the tiny, treacherous flowers and ferny leaves that would take my breath away forever.
Inspiration
prints of antique fabric
reading on the balcony
summer storms
strawberries and tiny shortcakes
long walks with the pup
lemonade
shades of pink
lunch with my mother
the neighboring garden
handpainted glass
Boats
Vessels that carry cargo, staying afloat despite their rust and advancing age. Bobbing and rolling in the soft waves, pulsing to an intrinsic rhythm. Sometimes stilled, at the edge of deep waters.
Bees
The bees move about the flowers and into a nearby hive.
I watch them and I imagine them watching me.
Bee Conversation:
“Is she still sitting there?”
“Yea, she hasn’t moved.”
“Just ignore her and she’ll go away.”
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