there you were, sniffing the violets—
your shoulders hunched and your snout long,
your grey fur, a perfect camouflage on a misty spring night
Violets and a Fox
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Lyrics from this song: Rainbow in the Dark
Do your demons, do they ever let you go?
When you’ve tried, do they hide, deep inside
Is it someone that you know?
from the song, Rainbow in the Dark, and the album Holy Diver, 1983 written by Jimmy Bain / Ronnie James Dio / Vincent Appice / Vivian Patrick Campbell
Wish
A Crow in the Trees
the stillness of a perched crow—
perhaps it contemplates a distant destination,
the whisper of flapping wings,
the camaraderie of a journey at dawn across January skies,
or the solitary moment on the margin between flight and rest
These things lately
farmers markets
falling leaves
mocha coffee
Maira Kalman
blue jeans
Earth, Wind and Fire
(the group–because Boogie Wonderland–but also…)
spinning earth
roaring wind
and raging fires
Saying Yes
There are always a roomful of reasons to say “no”.
Reminder: Say “yes” more often.
Doors
Doors can be heavy
and thick;
they can be transparent
and thin.
Doors are different than windows,
whatever lies on the other side is anyone’s guess—
elephants or sinkholes,
mint leaves, magpies, corduroy or moonlight.
A cup of tea
Sometimes I rip my tea bag when I open the packet.
If I’m feeling ambitious, I will use it anyway.
Straining the leaves when the tea has steeped fills me
with confidence. If I can do this, I can do anything.
Wrapping my hands around the cup, inhaling the steam, I remember other cups of tea.
Morning cups with cold pizza,
afternoon cups with crispy cookies,
evening cups with conversations,
midnight cups with ticking clocks.
Sometimes, I heat milk for my tea.
this is a special occasion and its novelty soothes my senses.
When I drink tea, I forget that I actually prefer coffee.
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