there you were, in my dream last night,
and i recognized you,
and you recognized me–
when the night faded into day
and the light lifted us into consciousness–
I was still there,
but you were not
The Light of Day
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Sleep
there are times when she’d like to close her eyes,
lay her head into folded arms,
and sleep for years and years and years
Under Pines
she sat down under the pines
and watched the crows dance in the field
These things in my sketchbook lately
inky, bold succulents
pasted pen-drawn hydrangea petals
a sketched tulip
little white pumpkin outlines
penciled and delicately inked birds
images of wildflower bundles
hand drawn letters
a pressed maple leaf
Haunted
sometimes in the middle of the day,
your words haunt me
and i am suddenly paralyzed by grief
Blue
when the sky looks like blue satin
and the leaves rustle in the wind–
all is well
Every Sorrow
“…I’ve discovered over the years that the simplist explanation is almost always the right one; and that hunger of one kind or another–desire, by another name– is the source of almost every sorrow.”
From the book, The Woman Upstairs by Claire Messud
These things lately
glass orbs in the sun
Moonshadow by Cat Stevens
books about artists
long afternoon walks
red and green leaves
lunch with old friends and new friends
lost feathers
beautiful weeds
fog in the morning and
sensual rains in the night
Hope
the day awakens
and with it–
hopefulness
Both
sometimes tears,
sometimes laughter,
and sometimes
both
spanishwoods 