rain fell in long sheets against the windows,
the sound of quacking ducks traveled on the rising mist,
hot tea sat cooling in a china cup,
while the dog slept on tattered blankets–
another day unraveled from the worn fabric of time
Time
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Spring Break
Taking some time away for a week or so. Be safe and warm, see you soon.
As One
“Snowflakes are not made for solitude; each, with outflung arms, tangles and meshes with its neighbor; over time, they compress, become ice. But ice is mutable, even in the deepest cold. Inside a glacier, pressure and affinity will melt ice at temperatures far below freezing, so that two pieces, in contact with each other, melt and refreeze as one.”
from the book, Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney
Shadows
she recognizes the shadows
Forgetting
i still remember all the things i’d like to forget
and often forget all the things i need to remember
Lately
this book: The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden
jameson in a small glass
spring flowers on the counter
snow storms in the afternoon
this song: Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me (R&B version sung by Gladys Knight & the Pips)
mallards at the marsh
coffee with friends
Edge
the beauty of a grey day
is the hard, unforgiving, black edge
Beauty
beauty is haunting
a thread of inconsequential actions
a photograph trips a memory
deep swells of longing overwhelm me
a cigarette is lit
coffee is sipped
the sun warms the backs of red-winged black birds as they fly across the water–
i hear the screech of a blue jay
and watch the sparrows flee the bench
the pup growls at a point in the distance
and i shield my tired eyes to get a better look
A Memory
i closed my eyes and saw you clearly on that late summer day, walking through the field towards the house, with the setting sun on your back, two irish setters at your heels and a pheasant in your hand
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