- cold light another empty bottl . . .
- closing the picture book . . .
- dry stone wall . . .
- slow rain … . . .
- snow moon— . . .
- somewhere a waterfall . . .
- her scars . . .
- school windows . . .
- first day of classes . . .
- first violin– . . .
- filling me completely . . .
- mountain trail … . . .
- meditation class . . .
- bare winter . . .
- all the wealth . . .
- rain on plums . . .
- leaves turning the yesterdays . . .
- the importance . . .
- cut flowers . . .
- wild mint . . .
- coming home . . .
Archive for December, 2017
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cold light another empty bottl . . .
-
closing the picture book . . .
-
dry stone wall . . .
-
slow rain … . . .
-
snow moon— . . .
-
somewhere a waterfall . . .
-
her scars . . .
-
school windows . . .
-
first day of classes . . .
-
first violin– . . .
-
filling me completely . . .
-
mountain trail … . . .
-
meditation class . . .
-
bare winter . . .
-
all the wealth . . .
-
rain on plums . . .
-
leaves turning the yesterdays . . .
-
the importance . . .
-
cut flowers . . .
-
wild mint . . .
-
coming home . . .