she undresses,
and with her soul exposed to the elements,
she lies still and frozen–
covered by thick ice and casual indifference
Indifference
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What Reminds Me of You
tea roses in yellow hues
delicate orange and copper beads
aquamarine waves of lapping water
mahogany mountains yawning in the distance
a spanish saffron sun
The Lonely Wind
it was in the waning afternoon,
that i walked along the river–
the wind whipping my cheeks,
stinging my eyes and holding my cold hands–
later, in the depths of a dark winter evening
it hurled itself against the glass windows,
whispering and crying for attention
Frozen
the frozen marsh
receives us with a cold shoulder
and a stilled silence
which breaks only with the sorrowful
call of a blue-black crow
The Past
days of st. nicholas past
bring silver tinsel wishes
to the edges of my night time dreams
Forever
fall into my gentle embrace and i will forever keep you safe
Inspiration Lately
lace-filled stitches
tiny white lights
pumpkin ravioli
red and white baker’s string
writing by candlelight
peppermint bark tea
collecting dead branches and dried leaves
oatmeal with chocolate chips
Fractured
there are times when thoughts
are like empty stained glass panes–
fractured and transparent
Flashback
open fields
crimson leaves
fog on the horizon
velvet holiday hearts
running hand in hand
the smell of wet earth
morning mist
red holly berries
still and quiet deer
Open
open me–
i will exhale upon your touch
and unlock
that which lies within
spanishwoods 