
there is always sunlight ahead–
even through the thickest, darkest forest,
the morning will break through the night

there is always sunlight ahead–
even through the thickest, darkest forest,
the morning will break through the night

fragrant tiny lillies
flowers inside and flowers outside
this book: Charleston: A Bloomsbury House & Garden
by Quentin Bell & Virginia Nicholson
mountain views on southern porches
fragile mushrooms in the rain



with them,
i remember who i am

the years travel forward,
while friendships grow–
ever strong and tall
toward our future suns

i chucked old potatoes out into the field,
and it was strangely satisfying

if you could do it all over again,
which life would you choose?

the details always get to me

the water looked calm, but the current
moved swiftly below the surface

we remember kindly those who were kind to us when we were children

i watched a huge wasp and it appeared to watch me in return–
abruptly spreading its massive wings, it flew away,
and oh how i wish i could fly away too