spritz of perfume
in her hair
lighter days
spritz of perfume
in her hair
lighter days
marriage anniversary
mom melts the old candles
together
silent clouds
the sharp pop
of a hunter’s gun
quince buds
trying to explain
my hobbies
french lavender . . .
in love with a song
I don’t understand
drunk at noon
in my next life make me
a honeybee
skipping stones…
the weight
of father’s words
I tell my son
it’s okay to be fragile…
basil blossoms
week fourteen
my wine glass
full of water