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
the day awakens
and with it–
hopefulness
sometimes tears,
sometimes laughter,
and sometimes
both
versions and versions
of you and of me
and of this and of that
and of when
it was us and then
we were them
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free
From the song Wildflowers by Tom Petty (who will be greatly missed) and the Heartbreakers, 1994
i picked the pine cones and carried the smell on my hands the rest of the day
and it reminded me of that time when we were young and we played by the swings
where your grandfather killed the big snake and my grandmother made us lunch,
we ate our lunch by the pines behind my house and i could taste the smell of those trees on my toast and carried it with me through that day, through my life and into today, 40 eternal years later
she had become wild and overgrown,
like creeping ivy,
and feral night creatures–
like neglected velvet roses
and fierce northern winds
one tiny dish
two whispered wishes
three glass marbles
oasis
opulant
organza
oak tree
orzo
opium
orchids
orange
she had dreamt of a fog so thick that it clung to her like draping wet webs upon awakening
spanishwoods 