november pansy, you have lived through an 80 degree day, frost-filled mornings, slanting rain, a dusting of shiny snow and fierce, cold winds– you, tiny one, are the picture of resilience
Resilience
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Some Things Lately
big pine cones in copper bowls
apples and cinnamon
bright moonlight
hot coffee on cold mornings
hawks in the field
soft brioche rolls with butter
sentimental sunsets
Oziline by the Indigo Girls
deer at dawn
frost on the grass
gauzy afternoon light
Breath
a whispered breath,
exhaled and wistful
Smile
a daisy always smiles
Two Conversations
“Smells good, what are you baking?”
“Beads.”
“Are you the plain biscuit?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
Petals
the years appear to pass slowly when we are very young
and as we age, their pace quickens,
chunks of time float like icebergs,
melting into cold grey waters,
sailing gracefully and not so gracefully
one at a time–
as brittle petals fly into the late evening breeze,
toward the setting sun of autumn
Inconsistent
“They’ve never stopped telling me I’m inconsistent. They couldn’t have said anything more flattering.” –Edouard Manet
Impressions
a grasshopper visits an orange zinnia,
whispering softly to each other–
each, leaving its impression upon the other
The Light
open yourselves and blossom carefully,
the light fades, the earth turns cold–
prepare to conserve your energy
and quietly await the next season
Mountain Laurel
the laurel looked so beautiful in the
slanted rays of the afternoon–
so enticing
and lovely,
i could almost feel the analgesics
numbing arthritic pain,
silencing soft and sorrowful broken hearts
spanishwoods 