fog
and ferns
and seashells
with worn ridges–
spiraling thoughts,
and the steam
from a cup of hot tea
Surrounding
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Watching
you were watching me
and i was watching you
Falling
my thoughts fell silently,
quietly–
in a soft, early morning hush
Breaking
winter strips everything down, reduces and refines —
the silhouette, the shadow, a breaking dawn, a fading dusk,
the whisper and the howl
Happy Christmas
These are difficult and trying times. I’ve had very little to say in the past several months, so this tiny blog has been quiet. Today I send out thoughts of hope, of peace, of healing, and of health for all. Be well my friends, Happy Christmas and Feliz Ano Nuevo.
Con todo mi Carino – Sylvia
Another Day
the trees flowered and then stopped flowering,
the sun still rises and rains on everything–
another day after all
Crows in the Snow
in the blue light of dawn, the snow fell silently on branches,
the crows called to one another
and to me–
after watching them from the window with warm coffee in my hands and hopefulness in my heart,
the pup and i joined their play, like restless children after a long sickness, the cold and the drifting snow saturating us with reckless abandon
In Spanish (2 of 3)
en la niebla, te siento
(in the fog, i feel you)
Silence
it was a morning filled with fog
and a blanket of silence
an early morning
white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau
spanishwoods 