memories of flowers — paper whites in a window, elegant, tall gladiolas, dried roses in a wooden bowl
this song: You’re No Good, the Linda Ronstadt version
these words: petrichor (thank you Brian) and elysian
black horses in my dreams, wild dogs, the woods and snow clouds
the sound of a relentless rain on a sleepless night
winter, spring, summer and fall sunsets — how different they look and how different they feel
watercolor studies
pumpkins and gourds
cider donuts
visits with old friends
Concierto de Aranjuez by Rodrigo on repeat
English detective shows
a book about the Borgias
and prowling foxes in the night
i like roses in a whiskey bottle,
and wine in jelly jars,
things that are old and worn and torn,
motorcycles and vintage cars
sunsets on the water
friends and wine and cheese and grapes
faerie doors in the forest
paints and pencils and books and coffees
red books hiding in a hand painted pot
old lanterns resting in a crumbling bird bath
pink columbine shaking in a summer storm
tulips and roses and hot pink carnations,
books and puzzles and jars of fig honey,
gnomes and unicorns and blue lava lamps
soft, green velvet
and sparkling emeralds,
deep green glass,
and thick forest landscapes,
leaves and trees and seeds,
and petals made of mystical jade,
fine, long feathers and
rolling fields of fragrant sage
marbles and crystals,
oak tree shadows on an unmade bed,
snow drops and snow flakes
and red velvet cupcakes
on a happy winter afternoon
whispered snowflakes in the blue hour of dawn,
dreams of a swirling turquoise sea,
sparkling quartz crystals and
gleaming sapphires in midnight skies
fountain pens and ink wells,
memories recalled in dreams,
cameras and typewriters,
tea cups and porcelain creamers,
old friendships revisited,
rusty tractors in corn fields,
clay pots of ancient ferns
and aromatic cigar boxes
spanishwoods 