.
midnight reflections
fish splashing
into the moon
.
.
midnight reflections
fish splashing
into the moon
.
.
knitting project delayed —
kittens
tangled in the yarn
.
.
midnight silence
stars sparkle
against icy skies
.
.
morning brew —
in the steam of boiling water
the scent of floral tea
.
.
.
moving in too soon
80-degree heat — winter
is barely half gone
.
.
melting gold —
on the far horizon
day settles into night
.
.
thrown-together words
can spice a writer’s craft —
amirite?
.
.
the darkest night
a single star shines
into infinity
.
.
blushing
each bite crunchy sweet
an organic
Pink Lady apple
.
.
morning clouds —
through the golden mist
a white dove
.
.
out of the mist
the sun
its soft warmth
teasing winter’s hold
.
.
always wearing
your grey hooded sweatshirt
your arms
arpund me again
.
.
cold winter night
after the storm
puddles filled
with
starlight
.
.
winter!
icicles glisten in the sun
the taste
of frozen air
.
.
cold winter days
melting icicles refrozen
by sharp icy winds
.
.
cold winter days
against magic grey skies
dancing dragonflies
.
.
foggy days
color palette skies —
everything dissolved into grey
.
.
.
.
late evening moon
blends the day’s shadows . . .
sipping
hot oolong tea
.
.
so lost without you . . .
winter winds
whisper your name
.
.
confetti and streamers
cake and ice cream —
everyone sings
“Happy Birthday to you!”
(for mom’s 98th birthday)
.
.
winter days
all the little clouds
people chatting
on the street
.
.
blustery days
snap! snap! snap!
neighbor’s flag
alive in the wind
.
.
beyond the evening sun
deep in the shadows
black cat sits
motionless
.
.
under the stars
silence —
neighborhood cats
chase
fairy lights
.
.
stormy winter days
leaves
scattered in windstorms . . .
all my memories
.
.
early mornings
our dobie’s insistent alarm —
more hot air balloons
.
.
.
across the night sky
angels fly . . .
on his final breath
I felt him go
.
.
winter storm
the wind
caught
in trees
.
.
every night
hugging Bumper, kissing Blue —
our stuffed kids
miss you as much
as I do
.
.
winter fog
icy fingers
nip my ears
.
.
winter bouquet
the new life
you claimed
(LSR for Mary)
.
.
treading air
round and round
my stationary bike
goes nowhere
.
.
winter evening
shadows
frozen in midair
.
.
brain injury —
still putting together
the jigsaw puzzle
of me
.
.
afternoon silence
raindrops shimmer
on stained glass windows
.
.
cold winter night
stars shining through the windows
sparkle against the panes
.
.
sunset
distant foothills settle
into the horizon
.
.
winter storms
the voice of the wind
singing thunder
singing rain
.
.
oh my love
the songs we’ll sing
when we’re together again —
wildflowers!
.