weave in the strands of all that’s untrue tucking them into the fabric of time; patch all the holes in my quilt of long living sewn from the joys, tears, and the pain. adorn myself in many dreams still worth dreaming comforted by all that is mine. 2.26.17

i collect the stones smooth round, shiny black to mark where i’ve been i gather the glass sand worn shimmering to show all i’ve seen 2.25.17

each morning the sun kisses the sky to light the world with wonder giving birth to a day full of possibilities birds chortle in rhapsody taunted by crickets in hiding dogs pull their humans along eager to sample all the fresh smells the dewy grass contains 2.24.17

furtive glimpses of desire life has been a peep show voyeur cravings pleasures incognito now i do the dance crack my curtains just a bit wait to see who comes to gaze performing while dimly lit an ingenue, i sway display my charms artfully flick the lights as i choose seeking what will nourish me …

red punctuates my morning walk. vermillion berries sprout, amongst dead leaves, glistening with dewdrops; crimson cardinal alights, upon a picket-fence, its breast puffed proud, to announce its arrival; blood red roses bloom, nestled in the deepest green, their petals turning, towards the emerging sun; dark red doors adorn slate gray houses, biding their time until …