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yellow peony
photo by Sylvia

bright yellow peonies
raindrops falling on the river
a heron swallowing fish
goldfinches flying with the morning breeze
glittering wand on the window sill
a jumping spider navigating the rain
roasted kale with spices and herbs
ceramic bowls of quartz
soft pink roses fading in the sun
phone calls with far away family
chicks and hens in old mccoy pottery
tiny bunnies

old things that i like

rose in cup small
photo by Sylvia

antique roses
used books
vintage postcards
weathered wood
rusty skeleton keys
brass lockets
glass marbles
tea stained letters
beeswax candles
cracked tea cups
silent movies
old sparkling beads
hand made lace
sea glass
vinyl records
pocket watches
worn cowboy boots
typewriters
working window shutters
woven baskets
cursive writing

Fairy Stories

iris purple
photo by Sylvia

the raindrops cling to your velvet petals
and i am reminded of ballroom gowns
with satin sashes and ruffled skirts–
those dresses of dreams
and fantasy and childhood fairy stories
that still haunt the halls of memory
with forgotten echoes of romance
and misty mirages of everlasting love

Snippets of conversations heard recently

yellow iris
photo by Sylvia

“it’s going to be cold tonight, down to 36”

“hey, what are you up to? i just got home”

“if i were skinnier, i could pull that off”

“i’m a very proud cat daddy”

“hi, i’d like to have both my nipples pierced”

“she must like yellow, she has yellow flowers everywhere”

“pain just reminds us that we’re alive”