the wind blew the buds from the bushes,
blew the rain horizontally,
blew the cobwebs from the balcony
and the fear from fragile minds
The Wind
Tag Archives: musings
Questions
some questions have no answers
The Rain
the thunder rolled over the hills as the rain pelted us with fat water bullets, bending and suspending themselves like wet, safety nets
What you didn’t say
it wasn’t what you said, it was what you didn’t say
Overcome
when i see a small rabbit or a buck with five or six does, a mountainside blanketed in fog, a delicate sunflower or the soulfulness of a long river valley, a wistfulness overcomes me
Beauty
inevitable decay–
in all of its tender beauty
Things I have always desired
a ship in a bottle
a small cabin hidden in a forest
a garden maze
a swing in the living room
a friend that is also a crow
a crystal ball
a bridge to another time
a ride on a paper airplane
a conversation with shadows
a working fireplace
a happy ending
What Summer Looks Like
summer looks like the tops of lush, green trees
and a steady dock,
the whisper of a flying finch,
and the setting of the evening sun
against the sweet smell of cut grass
New Things That I Like
an untouched notebook
the dawning of a day
a box of new pencils, or paints or crayons
beautiful new books
rose buds
a bright, blank canvas
sprinkles on a freshly baked cupcake
puppies and baby birds
new heels on old boots
Faces
those little purple faces smile serenely on the balcony–
while the geese fly and wasps dart and the frogs call out at dusk
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