on the balcony, after the storm
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Tag Archives: writing
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contemplative heron
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summer storm approaches
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evenings on a summer porch
Loneliness
she wrapped loneliness around her tired shoulders like a wildflower wreath and willed her spirit to silence
Tender Things
spots on a fawn
the smell of a burning campfire
bees on orange clover
a coyote call at dusk
random lines of Neruda
the way my babies looked while sleeping
drops of rain against the evening sun
cups of steaming coffee
warm blankets and cool nights
iridescent feathers
summer storms in the distance
handwritten letters
fading roses
memories of your long, grey braid
Thoughts for a Tuesday
today, i will make paper stars,
i will drink cold tea with abandon,
i will walk along the water and kick the stones along the way–
today, i will smile at a stranger
and hold the future in my strong and time-worn hands
Emptiness
that empty chair where you used to sit,
that empty space that you filled,
that empty bowl that once carried peas from the garden–
that empty moment is filled and overflowing with emptiness
Seasons
so ripe and ready to be consumed–
their short season breaks our skipping hearts
Beautiful Blue Things
a blue moon
blue-violet hydrangeas
the blue hour of day
indigo buntings and bright jays
the word “cerulean”
dewy summer blueberries
tiny robin eggs
glimmering saphires and aquamarines
delicate bluebells and forget-me-nots
antique blue and white china
translucent butterfly wings
worn denim
cobolt glass bottles
silver bracelets with turquois stones
blue velvet
a cloudless sky in july
spanishwoods 