in her dreams, his warmth permeated the frigid air and melted years of indifference
Warmth
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Whisper
it was then that she heard the old tree whisper,
and her reply was softly exhaled into the bitter winter wind
January
her hair was made of long ice needles
and her spirit sparkled like an emerald winter forest
red berries on a tree in winter
it is the small, unexpected and seemingly trivial enchantments that bring a bit of crimson sparkle to life
Stare
there you were–
a beautiful red hawk
scanning the horizon,
registering our presence with
a cold, hard stare
Here and There
I hope everyone in the US had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday. I’m going to be taking some time off in the month of December, so I’ll be popping in here and there and hopefully be back to a full time schedule in January.
Be safe and warm and I’ll see you soon.
The Light of Day
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
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
A Smell
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
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