Hovering above a field of goldenrod,
the fog lifted slowly and floated away.
Swaying slightly in the cool morning breeze,
the stalks readied themselves for a better view.
Goldenrod in the Fog
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Panes
Old, wise panes,
what do you choose to reflect
and what do you choose to absorb
into your darkness?
Thoughts of Zinnias
Listening to an important financial discussion,
hoping to understand and process the information–
my thoughts kept returning to the zinnias
in my mother’s late summer garden.
Arrival
At what point do we know that we’ve arrived?
Perfect
You are so very perfect
in your imperfection.
Leaves of Paper
Shadows play hide and seek
with the light in a paper garden.
Found in Corners
coat trees, plants, brooms, and memories,
lights, windows, dust and dreams
Museum Moment
You looked cold and wistful on the raised platform.
I wanted to touch your solid hand, but was discouraged
by the security cameras protecting your solitary stance.
All of us
Although our journeys may vary,
the mountains we climb bring us together.
Lines
It’s often that I want to do the exact
opposite of what is required of me.
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