it was grey and rainy,
the fog clinging to our wet coats,
but we laughed over breakfast–
later collecting rose buds,
maiden hair ferns
and a wooden mushroom
A good day
Tag Archives: writing
Things in real life visiting my dreams
floating yellow balloons
silver buckets of china dolls
tiny lemon cakes
hives in abandoned cars
bucks in the woods
She Was
she was made happy by the sun,
and the dawning night,
the sprouting greens in the garden,
and the laughter of everyone around her
Gone
let it go
Bridges
we are all bridges
Awakening
everything awakens
things to do
travel through time
fly at midnight
dust the pollen from fragile wings
