collecting memories–
those tiny moments, each so distinct and uniquely faceted, made all the more lovely with the passing of time
Memories
Tag Archives: life
Change
we must try, so very earnestly,
to make friends with change
The Petals
the petals were collected,
until a storm gust scattered them
like soft, pink diamond dust
dancing with the wind
Lately, these sweet things
rainbows after storms
ice cream cones on hot afternoons
irises in the rain
peach whiskey on ice
kisses from the pup
green beans with sweet onions
old fences and buttercups
Finn
he was neither wild nor free,
and still-
i saw clearly his spirit of flame and fire
Breath
last night i dreamt that i walked into your house
lightly touching the objects on the table,
and realizing that you were sleeping softly in an upstairs open loft,
i took in the sound of your steady breath,
letting myself out of your house
and out of my dream–
wistfully satisfied
Again
the earth claimed us,
the sun grew,
the storm washed,
the wind dried,
and the earth will claim–
once again
