dream into a place of happiness
and love
and comfort,
and know that i’ll be waiting there for you
Waiting
Tag Archives: musings
Comfort
there are times
when i would like to comfort the whispering leaves
and sobbing branches
A Lifetime
she was once a shiny, little object
at the front of a long, lithe line,
eventually sinking to the bottom of an old glass jar,
before rolling into the far left corner of a jumbled junk drawer
A Moment in the Day
i touched your skin, so rough and beautiful,
and leaned into your solid strength,
right before the blue jay screeched a wild warning
and the dog barked fiercely at the honking barge
Good Things in January
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
Leaves
those solitary single leaves that cling to bare branches
flutter in the wind, making a dry, rasping sound—
a paper-thin plea to be heard
Longing
it was the emptiness of your gaze,
and the tilt of your head
that made a melancholy blanket of longing
linger past midnight and into the following day
January Skies
something about the slate-blue
January sky reminds me
of the cornflower crayon
in my childhood box of magic treasures
Until it Happens
The other day, walking into the kitchen, something caught my eye out the window. I stopped and peaked through the slats in the blinds and saw my son across the street photographing the flooded dock area along the river. And my heart skipped a beat.
I was not able to understand how much a parent loves their children until it happened to me. And after all the clichés and trite little quotes are listened to and dismissed, and all advice is taken and later discarded and all the bad days and the days of frustration are suffered and forgotten, being a mother to this beautiful boy and girl of mine has left me fragile and strong and terrified and fortified and humbled.
Ice Dances
tiny bits of ice hit the window,
dancing gently upon their descent,
melting softly into the cold wind
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