hanging in my closet the …
Month: January 2014
gossiping among themselves…
Zen garden
the tourist dips…
wind chimes
the gentle rain…
lost
in my own world
ground…
Hiking
up to look down at the Blue…
bark beetles
in the Ponderosa…
where forest was
the old …
New sheets.
I remember
your…
I always thought
mother’s…
stone
by stone, the river…
moon bridge
the wide mouth…
a shivering moon
in the kayak’s…
obedience school
for the…
finally
it finds a home
this…
wildflower . . .
not needing…
dandelions
all over
again…
cowbells . . .
the pasture…
Siesta
Half-sunk in the …
a lily’s chalice…
as she turns to leave
my mother’s…
apple slices—
our…
night shade i close my eyes…