she pushed icy stones inside of her coat pockets, walking straight into the frigid water–
and i wish i could run back in time to save her
Virginia
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Lately
rainy walks in thick fog
small hawks hunting mourning doves
candles in frosted jars
orange and clover tea with sourdough toast
this book: Virginia Woolf by Alexandra Harris
and this book: Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney
bangles made of amber glass
daydreams of dogwood blossoms
Wishes
she wished for the most unlikely things
The Future
the grey fog was so thick,
the future was invisible
Winter drive
In the afternoons when i drive along the wooded path, I turn the music off and lower the windows. I want to hear the deer run across the woods, the leaves crunching beneath their black hooves. I want to see the hawk as it glides onto a lower branch, scanning the ground for small creatures. My breath becomes visible inside the car, the pup wimpers; my tires crush the ice with satisfying cracks and I drive on with the frigid silence embedded in my bones.
A Cycle
the marsh is frozen,
but then it thaws–
after several bitter cold days,
is solid once again–
and i can’t help but think how this pattern
is reflective of our little lives
Fields of Wildflowers
as winter continues to unfurl in all of its cold, crystal beauty, we long for fields of wildflowers
Thoughts in the Rain
on an afternoon walk in the rain,
her thoughts fell into pools of cold water
and melting ice
Napping
underrated: naps with friends
Warmth
in her dreams, his warmth permeated the frigid air and melted years of indifference
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