the color red
green leaves
the smell of grass
sandals
purple tulips
the sound of birds at 5 am
butterflies
drinking coffee on the balcony
the taste of popsicles
watching the bats at night
fireflies
Things I’m missing in mid-February
Tag Archives: flowers
Cerebral Smells
Hot pink rose–
I took your image on a sunny September afternoon.
Now, I smell you in my mind against the deep, cold winter.
Money Maker
She called and asked me what I was doing.
“Writing a poem about druids,” I replied.
“There’s a real money maker,” she dryly answered.
I laugh every time I think of it.
To Be
I want to be the mallard on the river,
the patch of blue sky between grey clouds,
the sweet, tiny greens on the table,
the anticipated phone call.
I want to be the hand lettered invitation,
the stitch on an antique tablecloth,
the steam from my cracked tea cup,
the curly apostrophe between the “r” and the “s” in “lover’s”.
Morning Frost
I awaken to ice frosting the fields
and wish I could feel the cold and
the sting on my tongue.
A Single Memory
I search my mind for anything to hold close–
and remember only that she loved yellow roses.
Light
We all gravitate toward the
remaining light of late fall.
Question
“What happens when you run out
of things to say?” she asked innocently.
The absurdity of the question
rendered me speechless.
November Rose
Two days before the storm arrived,
I admired your shy, blushing beauty.
Surely you must have known it was
dangerous, foolhardy, reckless even.
How could I later resist looking
for your velvety petals in the snow?
Garden Treasures
glossy pink and blue rocks
delicate greens
sweet little purple flowers
and one clear crystal marble
spanishwoods 