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Winter Thoughts
Thoughts in winter stumble with
a stop-action rhythm
both jarring and comforting.
With hard edges and delicate skeletons,
they push to the forefront of consciousness;
greedy, needy and completely camouflaged
in the light of the cold January sky.
Some things that entice
milk chocolate
red walls
fresh snow
the smell of coffee
blue light at daybreak
warm blankets
new notebooks
the setting sun
The City
gowalkingtunnelsstreetspeoplecolors
signssmellscarslightshornsbuildings
voicesarrowsnumbersmetalbricks
glassfoodlanguagespigeonsdrinking
smokingtrashcandybroomstrains
shoppingneonelmocamarasanxiety
exhaustexhaustionrevolvingdoors
coatsmusicrunninghatsclocksalleys
truckssewerssteamcloudscursingcold
hotsmilingeatingarcadesshopsoffices
computerswindowspolicechildren
strollerssupermanstrawscirclesmoney
lettersvertigofastforwardrewindstop
Shadows on the Snow
two versions: infinite stories
To Be
I want to be the mallard on the river,
the patch of blue sky between grey clouds,
the sweet, tiny greens on the table,
the anticipated phone call.
I want to be the hand lettered invitation,
the stitch on an antique tablecloth,
the steam from my cracked tea cup,
the curly apostrophe between the “r” and the “s” in “lover’s”.
Wolfgang’s photos
Most of the images on this blog are taken by my son, Wolfgang.
For more of Wolfgang’s beautiful images,
visit instagram.com/wolfgangstearns
This moment: 9 am driving the kids to school today
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com
On the Museum Steps
Rest here with me.
Sit down on the marble steps, tell me what you’re thinking.
After we sketch the sculptures, after we write poetry
in notebooks, right before we leave for dinner–
Rest here with me.
Sit down on the marble steps, tell me one more time,
what you’re thinking.
A love of snow
not for skiing
or for shoveling,
not for driving
or for boarding,
but for dreaming
and for steaming
river waters–
for crunching
beneath boots
and napping deeply
on sycamore roots–
for kissing long lashes
and drifting softly
as crystal ashes
spanishwoods 