your hushed voice
floats above my head
with the clouds
and the wind
and my imagined memories
Imagined
Tag Archives: writing
These Words Right Now
alchemy
shimmer
gingerbread
clay moons
reflections
tinsel
orange slices
gold dust
conifer
masquerade
looking glass
alembic
candy apples
silver linings
A Good Day
when i see the heron land in the marsh
when the geese fly close enough to hear their swishing wings
when a good book can’t be put down
when saturday morning breakfast brings us together
when an evening walk by the water happens at midnight
when i find a hawk feather in the grass–
it has been a very good day
Resilience
november pansy, you have lived through an 80 degree day, frost-filled mornings, slanting rain, a dusting of shiny snow and fierce, cold winds– you, tiny one, are the picture of resilience
Iberian Stone
someone, a very long time ago, carved circular celtic braids into a rose-colored piece of stone–
after it was done, did he run his hands gently upon the surface of his work with love and tenderness?
i like to think that he did
Some Things Lately
big pine cones in copper bowls
apples and cinnamon
bright moonlight
hot coffee on cold mornings
hawks in the field
soft brioche rolls with butter
sentimental sunsets
Oziline by the Indigo Girls
deer at dawn
frost on the grass
gauzy afternoon light
Escarcha (Frost)
la escarcha muerde
The Leaves
it is so satisfying to shuffle into the leaves on walks, to hear them crunch and watch them dance on the streets with the wind and the geese and my elongated shadow
Regret
the wider our years,
the deeper our regret
Lately, these blue things
soft bandana on my head with grey whisps of hair escaping and silver earings glinting
marbles and sea glass held safely by a small bowl with cracked glaze and poppy seed markings
warm blankets from Yellowstone cradling a little blue truck no longer played with–but forever loved
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