
on a walk,
I take a camera and shoot pink petals
and tiny buds through an old iron fence,
my mind blank,
and somnambulant

on a walk,
I take a camera and shoot pink petals
and tiny buds through an old iron fence,
my mind blank,
and somnambulant
I forget everything, and yet at the same time, I forget nothing
on a morning in May: tiny pellets of snow falling on tender grass and purple violets
right now: is it that everything matters, or is it that nothing matters?
everything awakens
tea shed
ginger biscuits
mended linen
watermelon party
warm brook
snowdrops
peeking crocuses
oak apples
planting new things
flea markets and farmer’s markets
birthday cake
open windows at night
shades of green
long spring evenings
Dropping out for a little break. Be well and safe.
i watched a huge wasp and it appeared to watch me in return–
abruptly spreading its massive wings, it flew away,
and oh how i wish i could fly away too