in the eyes of a tired stranger
folded between words in a letter
tucked into the loft shelves
floating beside autumn winds
unsuspected, under hot pink petals
Where Fear Hides
Mighty Heron
I consider it a fortunate day when
we see one another through the river reeds.
Twenty-five cent reflections
I had hoped for a blue piece, but got yellow instead.
Thinking about expectations, probabilities and happiness;
I bit down on the yellow square only to spit it out moments later.
I really had wanted the blue one.
Suzanne’s Garden
A friend with a garden, is a very good friend to have.
Puppy Love
While missing my old girl with an ache stretching me bare,
I learn to let love grow anew.
Stand Tall
City buildings, I take a cue from you and stand tall.
What captures my attention
rusty farm equipment
old fire trucks
worn brushes
tiny bird skulls
1960’s ambulances
vigilant hawks
hand lettering
rocks on the ground
pine cones in a tree
a funeral procession
rain on the river
Disappointment…
tastes bitter, but I am reminded to be thankful
and mindful of this short, fortunate life.
Infinity
I don’t see the weekend tourists,
the sticky fingered children,
the sun soaked fishermen casting off the docks.
Instead, I think about Magellan and wonder
what inspired him to keep navigating
in that giant, infinite circle.
Fall Pleasures
steamy oatmeal with brown sugar
the sound of crunching leaves
Irish sweaters
purple mums
warm blankets on the bed
coffee with pumpkin scones
amber leaves
old flannel
crisp morning breezes
frost on the grass
spanishwoods 