it was grey and rainy,
the fog clinging to our wet coats,
but we laughed over breakfast–
later collecting rose buds,
maiden hair ferns
and a wooden mushroom
A good day
Tag Archives: thoughts
She Was
she was made happy by the sun,
and the dawning night,
the sprouting greens in the garden,
and the laughter of everyone around her
Gone
let it go
Play
play is another form of meditation
Silence
he was silent
Red things on my mind
tulips and amaryllis
strawberries with brown sugar
handpainted china
a straw in the woods
jelly beans in a bowl
our hearts beating together
Here and Gone
she was here, and then she was gone
30 years on
you were then, the age i am now–
i think about this in the dark and
scoop your image from my memory–
your young children will be grown,
your hair, fully silver–
of course when i meet you in my dream later that night,
we are as we were–
and i am desired once again
Ghosts
as the sun goes down,
ghosts gather
Beauty
the sunflowers stood tall in a mason jar on the table,
eventually stooping and growing tired,
making their withered way to a small porcelain dish,
we admired their frail and fragile beauty
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