“I saw two eagles in the marsh today”
“It’ll be a wonderful mix of clouds and sun”
“And Mrs. Miller said to me, did you ever think that our girls were switched at birth?”
“That’s exactly like mine, in fact her very name is Sweet Tea”
“Sometimes, I just can’t catch the right words”
tourmaline
succulent
amalgam
quince
black cherries
smoky quartz
funicular
banana bread
magenta
the dog growled, and i wanted to growl back
i heard that song on the radio that always reminds me of you
the sky is perpetually grey, but it warms me just the same
there are times when laughing seems closely related to crying
winter is a state of mind
dried flowers on table tops
crystals gleaming in the winter sun
mourning dove silhouettes against grey skies
cherry, apple and almond challah bread
leaves on rainy walkways
lemon verbena candles and a book about John Muir
picking pinecones in the sun
clementine peels on the counter
the smell of the air after a snow storm
frosted glass mushrooms
long feathers and green moss
hot coffee in the afternoon
glass beads in violet, blue and green
flannel coats on little puppies
worn wood and peeling paint
tea roses in yellow hues
delicate orange and copper beads
aquamarine waves of lapping water
mahogany mountains yawning in the distance
a spanish saffron sun
8 gingerbread houses
stained glass windows
advent calendars from the 1940’s
licorice and bright white icing
a widow’s walk
lace curtains
echos of childhood laughter
a crystal punch bowl
candy canes and
3 cats
lace-filled stitches
tiny white lights
pumpkin ravioli
red and white baker’s string
writing by candlelight
peppermint bark tea
collecting dead branches and dried leaves
oatmeal with chocolate chips
open fields
crimson leaves
fog on the horizon
velvet holiday hearts
running hand in hand
the smell of wet earth
morning mist
red holly berries
still and quiet deer
alchemy
shimmer
gingerbread
clay moons
reflections
tinsel
orange slices
gold dust
conifer
masquerade
looking glass
alembic
candy apples
silver linings
spanishwoods 