on a misty morning, i was missing you–
but you were miles and miles away
Miles Away
Tag Archives: water
The Wind
the wind blew the buds from the bushes,
blew the rain horizontally,
blew the cobwebs from the balcony
and the fear from fragile minds
Overcome
when i see a small rabbit or a buck with five or six does, a mountainside blanketed in fog, a delicate sunflower or the soulfulness of a long river valley, a wistfulness overcomes me
What Summer Looks Like
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
Three Words: One Week: 3
morning mist arising
Favorite Things
coffee in the morning
summer sunrise
the blue hour of dusk
fireball cinnamon whiskey
acoustic Spanish guitar
finding pressed flowers in old books
the moment before falling asleep
this book of poetry: The Art of Drowning, by Billy Collins
blue bandanas
cool quartz crystals in my hands
this Irish folk song: Mrs. McGrath, early 1800’s
watching hawks fly
lillies of the valley in a tiny vase
the sound of my kids laughing
Stringing Thoughts
bridges and boats
waving people on the Titanic
ancestors on long journeys
mothers holding babies
babies growing into teenagers
teenagers driving in cars
car shows in Ohio
corn stalks bending in the wind
shelling peas on porches
waving from a pontoon
a calm river in the evening light
bridges and boats
The Wake
she treads water in the wake
Observed at the Marsh in One Day
9:00 am
Two mallard ducks
Five small turtles
One hawk circling directly above– its shadow lingering
goldfinches, robins, mourning doves, red-winged black birds and sparrows
12:00 pm
Three canada geese
Four small turtles
Two turkey vultures soaring on the warm wind currents
One blue jay screeching in the brambles
robins, mourning doves, red-winged black birds and sparrows
4:00 pm
One blue heron
Two enormous mating turtles
One fish jumping above the water
red-winged black birds and sparrows
8:30 pm
Thirteen canada geese flying in a “v” formation
a scamper in the brush and then a splash (beaver? another turtle?)
red-winged black birds and sparrows
and us–
the pup and me walking by the marsh in one day
Lost Memories
where do lost memories live?
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