I can feel the dream. And although I’ve never been there before; it is so close. I can almost grasp the wind rolling in and cloud swelling storms beckoning in my hands. It begins to rain. I’m at the beach and I step into the water; cold waves reach at my feet, then my […]
“Do you know a cure for me?” “Why yes,” he said, “I know a cure for everything. Salt water.” “Salt water?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said, “in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea. Karen Blixen
My beautiful, rustic Apple plum tart was just delicious. It’s just like an apple pie, but with plums. Jim is teaching me to bake. So, I came up with a recipe with apples and plums. We found all these in the church yard today. The apples just fell from the apple tree all by themselfs.I […]
Just amid of changing a sonnet into story, To want to read it in those moments of glory, When in the stillness; it surrounded me, It was a desire that could not be named. Concentrated in the momentum in flames; About how a simple glance, First became a look When poetry transformed Words Into a […]
I meow while you sing, Harmony and purrs it brings, Yet we are always here, A sight for each other to be. Divided we fall, But together we are a family, And we love each other, Indefinitely. You keep the house warm Keeping it safe from harm, I go out at night, Back inside; no […]
Passerby’s ask why Trying to reply to everyone Smudging out words, But I only write out a few. “That’s really quite pretty,” They begin to say, A tear falls down my cheek, The ink swirls away, Writing just enough to get by, Hurrying through the laundry And the rain. I’m getting drenched, Letting boats go, […]
Having set nothing aside Quite ready to take love on Not a moment too soon Not a moment longer. Turning to hear every brush of wind That sound of your footsteps That reminds me Of how someone just loves us Accepting us for who we are. They are never too green, About how we […]
Nowhere else to be; Nowhere else I’d rather be. Life is so untroubled Like leaves on a tree, Falling in Autumn, Loving the last bit of summer, With just you and me Here, sitting in the sun.
Everyday is tender and spent with deliberate care, To be loved in a thousand different ways, The simple touch, perhaps a glance, As if a flower; to wait and watch out for each other… What is worth more than the hand, That cares so much for another… Never to be neither less nor more.