like a beacon to our senses,
the pond cast soft reflections of peace
The Pond
Tag Archives: musings
Old Things That I Like: 2
cars from the 1930’s and 40’s
bottles filled with buttons
objects found in abandoned buildings
jelly jars as glasses
lockets with locks of hair
stamps on yellowed envelopes
chipped pitchers holding fragrant lilacs
photos in cigar boxes
rolodex rotary files
steamer trunks with hand lettering
thick, tall maples
bibles with scribbled family trees
barns on the pennsylvania countryside
Five Words: One Week: 5
promises and sunlit wishes linger
Four Words: One Week: 4
pixies hide under ferns
Three Words: One Week: 3
morning mist arising
Two Words: One Week: 2
fading spring
One Word: One Week: 1
nostalgia
Favorite Things
coffee in the morning
summer sunrise
the blue hour of dusk
fireball cinnamon whiskey
acoustic Spanish guitar
finding pressed flowers in old books
the moment before falling asleep
this book of poetry: The Art of Drowning, by Billy Collins
blue bandanas
cool quartz crystals in my hands
this Irish folk song: Mrs. McGrath, early 1800’s
watching hawks fly
lillies of the valley in a tiny vase
the sound of my kids laughing
Things that Stack
bowls and plates
bills and thank you notes
hopeful seed packets
qualities and faults
new books and old books
playing cards and tiny blocks
vintage ribbon spools
days in a lifetime
bricks on an old house
wool sweaters and worn jeans
dreams and disappointments
Pink Clouds
the cherry blossoms loom above us in a pink cloud–
they rain on the grass and the roads, and we walk upon the blushing petals, bruising them with our weight,
as the pup wears one on her wet nose
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