falling rain on mushrooms
black tea in the afternoon
tiny deer on tiny plates
yellow and red leaves on grass
cornbread in the oven
frost on the roof
Lately
Tag Archives: life
Seasons
seeing everything traced in frost, gives one the courage to welcome the changing seasons
Dreaming
her eyes seemed heavy as they fell to the quiet and the warmth and the promise of delicious dreams
Autumn
if autumn were a woman,
she’d wear long flowing coats
and have greying amber hair
that would billow loosly out of a worn felt hat
scattered memories
riding bikes with banana seats covered in cereal box stickers
dolls with growing hair
riding in the back of truck beds
barking dogs chasing cars
clove cigarettes
pool tables and pin ball games in basements
1970 Ford Torino
fireworks in fields
bus rides to town and hot dogs for lunch
You Fell
you fell into my path
and I carried you to safety
Sleep
there are times when she’d like to close her eyes,
lay her head into folded arms,
and sleep for years and years and years
Under Pines
she sat down under the pines
and watched the crows dance in the field
Haunted
sometimes in the middle of the day,
your words haunt me
and i am suddenly paralyzed by grief
Every Sorrow
“…I’ve discovered over the years that the simplist explanation is almost always the right one; and that hunger of one kind or another–desire, by another name– is the source of almost every sorrow.”
From the book, The Woman Upstairs by Claire Messud
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