coffee in the morning
summer sunrise
the blue hour of dusk
fireball cinnamon whiskey
acoustic Spanish guitar
finding pressed flowers in old books
the moment before falling asleep
this book of poetry: The Art of Drowning, by Billy Collins
blue bandanas
cool quartz crystals in my hands
this Irish folk song: Mrs. McGrath, early 1800’s
watching hawks fly
lillies of the valley in a tiny vase
the sound of my kids laughing
Storms never last do they baby
Bad times all pass with the winds
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
You make the sun want to shine
From the song, Storms Never Last by Jessi Colter, 1980
bowls and plates
bills and thank you notes
hopeful seed packets
qualities and faults
new books and old books
playing cards and tiny blocks
vintage ribbon spools
days in a lifetime
bricks on an old house
wool sweaters and worn jeans
dreams and disappointments
the cherry blossoms loom above us in a pink cloud–
they rain on the grass and the roads, and we walk upon the blushing petals, bruising them with our weight,
as the pup wears one on her wet nose
tulips and primroses
little gnomes on balconies
chamomile tea
space toys from the 50’s
black garden snakes
open windows and cool breezes
Born Standing Up by Steve Martin
if you are very lucky, the night brings comfort
it’s always spring when you visit,
tucked just beneath that tender petal
bridges and boats
waving people on the Titanic
ancestors on long journeys
mothers holding babies
babies growing into teenagers
teenagers driving in cars
car shows in Ohio
corn stalks bending in the wind
shelling peas on porches
waving from a pontoon
a calm river in the evening light
bridges and boats
it was your quiet determination,
more than anything,
than stood in contrast to my indifference
i would like to be–
a random Tuesday in April
the thorns on growing vines
a defiant and beautiful weed
the moment before a whisper
a poem on the dog-eared page
the cold river current
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