
we search the world over,
never realizing the answers
are within

we search the world over,
never realizing the answers
are within

early summer can be a particularly sweet season

She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us.
from A Room with a View by E.M. Forster, 1908

buttercups in the grass
dreams in a thunderstorm
shells in a bowl
gratitude in a breath


nature is art

it was grey and rainy,
the fog clinging to our wet coats,
but we laughed over breakfast–
later collecting rose buds,
maiden hair ferns
and a wooden mushroom

let it go

we are all bridges

everything awakens

tulips and amaryllis
strawberries with brown sugar
handpainted china
a straw in the woods
jelly beans in a bowl
our hearts beating together