Two days before the storm arrived,
I admired your shy, blushing beauty.
Surely you must have known it was
dangerous, foolhardy, reckless even.
How could I later resist looking
for your velvety petals in the snow?
November Rose
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reading and coffee
cheese and mustard
snow days and ice cream
relaxing to Janice Joplin
you in California, me in Pennsylvania
Berries on a Tree
Now that the leaves have left
and the sun has faded,
now that the nights are cold
and your skin is coarse,
are you lonely?
Morning Walk
Walking at the blue hour of morning,
wet and cold and almost foreboding–
I hear the train in the distance…
It races past with a steamy, pulsating pace
that blows my red scarf onto my face–
I pause to pick up the terrified pup.
Garden Treasures
glossy pink and blue rocks
delicate greens
sweet little purple flowers
and one clear crystal marble
Defiance
Brittle, fragile reeds sway in the breeze–
soft seeds float away with defiance.
Blue Car in a Field
Everything is temporary.
The Visit
It was a Saturday morning in early August–
we purchased you at the farmer’s market,
right outside the diner’s doors.
We had breakfast in that small town and
laughed while drinking strong coffee.
Later, leaving you in a vase on their kitchen table,
we said our goodbyes without realizing
the finality of that simple gesture.
When Doorways Speak
Come in, have some café con leche–
and share some friendship with me today.
Garden in the Fall
Soft, velvety shades of silver in the autumn garden–
the memory of your touch will linger in my mind
through the coming winter.
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