i dream of you
and wonder why i only see you when my eyes are closed,
when the fog is thick,
when the moon is high,
when the winds are cold
i dream of you
Dream
Tag Archives: musings
Textures I Love (a partial list)
velvet
twine
rose petals
snow
watercolor paper
orange peel
ice cream
the pup’s fur
bark on a tree
soft blankets
oil pastels
white flour
sea glass
denim
a string of pearls
Favorite Words Right Now
sparkle
tinsel
crystal
evergreen
magic
sugar plums
twinkle
yule
eve
candles
frosty
snow
solstice
Happy Solstice
Welcome Winter Solstice
Right Now
ribbons in copper bowls with bits of broken seashells
Morning Walk in the Fog 2
from a distance, in the fog,
i see the gauzy shadows of trees
and as i walk closer
their lines become more defined,
darker,
brighter,
more substantial–
coming in for a better look,
reaching to touch a crinkled leaf,
resting my forehead on the damp trunk
i take a breath of cold morning air
and watch the geese land on the water
Faces in Objects
smiling
sun and snacks
while shooting some leaves in the afternoon sun…
the pup decided to make it into a snack…
and then was confused when denied
Outlines
the skies are grey
and misted with fog–
painted with a thick monochromatic palette
that soothes grey eyes
and wraps gauzey hues around the winter sun–
throwing everything into still silhouettes
with hard outlines
against soft intakes of steamy breath
Morning Walk in the Fog
walking through the fog
my thoughts fall into place–
light, tree, another tree, another light, sidewalk…
i watch my breath,
the dog’s tags clink against each other–
i hear the geese in the distance,
and there
someone scrapes the frost from a windshield
and then
a duck flaps its wings on the dock
and when
my hands grow too cold
i turn around and start walking home–
light, tree, another tree, another light, sidewalk…
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