
a daisy always smiles

a daisy always smiles

passing notes
anticipation on Christmas morning
climbing on old farm equipment
moccasin boots
hot tea and cold pizza
southwestern horizons
the sound of tiny feet on hard wooden floors
car shows
The Wonderful World of Disney, (1968-1979 version)
poetry readings
the smell of burning sage
feeling invincible
painting mismatched chairs from flea markets
chasing dogs through corn fields
clove cigarettes

“Smells good, what are you baking?”
“Beads.”
“Are you the plain biscuit?”
“Yes, that’s me.”

If you see your brother standing by the road
With a heavy load from the seeds he sowed
And if you see your sister falling by the way
Just stop and say you’re goin’ the wrong way
You’ve got to try a little kindness yes show a little kindness
Yes shine your light for everyone to see
And if you’ll try a little kindness and you’ll overlook the blindness
Of the narrow minded people on the narrow minded streets
From the song Try a Little Kindess written by Curt Sapaugh and Bobby Austin and recorded by Glen Campbell, 1969

awakening from a bad dream,
she tries to recover,
but finds she cannot shed
fate’s suffocating verdict

sometimes i hear
your fluttering wings
whisper beside
the rising fog

the years appear to pass slowly when we are very young
and as we age, their pace quickens,
chunks of time float like icebergs,
melting into cold grey waters,
sailing gracefully and not so gracefully
one at a time–
as brittle petals fly into the late evening breeze,
toward the setting sun of autumn

“They’ve never stopped telling me I’m inconsistent. They couldn’t have said anything more flattering.” –Edouard Manet

our eyes travel along the edges of your rolling hills,
across soft, emerald fields,
alongside small homesteads filled with golden,
straw-colored dreams and clear streams of enchanted river songs

in her blindness,
it was the bright sounds
and the faithful shadows
that would guide her restless soul