
summer looks like the tops of lush, green trees
and a steady dock,
the whisper of a flying finch,
and the setting of the evening sun
against the sweet smell of cut grass

summer looks like the tops of lush, green trees
and a steady dock,
the whisper of a flying finch,
and the setting of the evening sun
against the sweet smell of cut grass


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


“She suffered years of domestic abuse and then one day in her 60’s decided to walk the entire Appalachian Trail.”
“If you have any icing left over, you did it wrong.”
“These things come in threes.”
“They had so little, but gave us so much.”
“It always snows in April.”

when i dream of trees,
it’s a good dream

shadows follow us
with the best of intentions

rain falls, and washes everything clean

“I saw two eagles in the marsh today”
“It’ll be a wonderful mix of clouds and sun”
“And Mrs. Miller said to me, did you ever think that our girls were switched at birth?”
“That’s exactly like mine, in fact her very name is Sweet Tea”
“Sometimes, I just can’t catch the right words”

a purple sky in the afternoon

the dog growled, and i wanted to growl back
i heard that song on the radio that always reminds me of you
the sky is perpetually grey, but it warms me just the same
there are times when laughing seems closely related to crying
winter is a state of mind

there are times
when i would like to comfort the whispering leaves
and sobbing branches