there are times when she’d like to close her eyes,
lay her head into folded arms,
and sleep for years and years and years
Sleep
Tag Archives: flowers
These things in my sketchbook lately
inky, bold succulents
pasted pen-drawn hydrangea petals
a sketched tulip
little white pumpkin outlines
penciled and delicately inked birds
images of wildflower bundles
hand drawn letters
a pressed maple leaf
Wildflowers
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free
From the song Wildflowers by Tom Petty (who will be greatly missed) and the Heartbreakers, 1994
These Words
oasis
opulant
organza
oak tree
orzo
opium
orchids
orange
Season: Fall
it was the season of soft sienna
and stewing oatmeal,
of cool nights and mist filled mornings
with crows calling for the day to open once again
Which One
are you protected
or held prisoner?
Inspiration Lately
a white egret at the marsh
Dusty Springfield
cool, foggy mornings
turkey vultures in the field
fairies blowing bubbles at the fair
the sun dancing on green leaves
glass marbles in a dish
pink dahlias
french vanilla coffee
and chocolate croissants
All of it
all that we can see
and all that we can’t
all that we can say
and all that we won’t
all that we can do
and all that we don’t
Pansies in a Shot Glass
sometimes, i want to pare it down to nothing
On the Counter
glass jars filled with baby’s breath
a blue wire basket
yesterday’s mail
a golden mirror
coffee cup with warm coffee
car keys
a small plant
reading glasses
this book: State of Wonder by Ann Patchett
lemon verbena, sea salt and coconut candles
a little wooden house
and a small drawstring linen pouch
spanishwoods 