Something was lost 

in the peppered night air.
Trees bloomed sweetly secret.

Spring pt 2

Spring pt 1

Winter's last sigh

The floor of this old house
breathes foot-chilling cold
through its chipped linoleum
and pine planks,

like the earth expunging
the last winter air from its lungs,
awakening from five months' sleep.

My home,
-adobe flesh and wooden skeleton-
solid in place,
A wizened squatter covered
in clothes from many decades,

more connected with the life
in the soil than you might think;
the land's conduit

as the valley expels
the last chill of winter,
making room for Summer's warmth

Gotcha

Winter played us a clever april fools joke this morning,
Tidy goose-down in drifting to the ground, covering the new grass.
Bright Spring flowers all frosted in white.

Happy Box Thoughts Numero Cinco

˙ǝpısʇno sǝǝɹƃǝp 0ᄅ punoɹɐ
Subject: Ghost in the graveyard and games the kids invented themselves
3/23/23
Nightgames with everyone down to Wynnie plus Dad, the brand tag on the front of his puffcoat glinting in the flashlight as we played searchlight.

Subject: Sundays are the best and Summer is here!
6/9/13
Hiking as far as we could go, stopping to climb a boulder and crossing an un-bridged stream before turning back, laughing and talking and singing down to the cabin.
My sister and I wove flowers in each other's hair almost the whole time.

3/13/23 Subject: We are having a Spring break LotR marathon
Watching the first half of Fellowship of the Ring with Torthadiel on my bed on my laptop. Talking and laughing, snuggled up amongst pillows and giant stuffed animals

Winter hasn't loosened his grip yet

(I'm a horrible photographer but whatever, it's pretty and amazing and at least my pictures show that much.)

Colors of a Year

March-bright green and yellow
April-pink, alive and fresh
May-golden yellow
June-dark green
July-red
August-corn and wheat yellow
September-musty grey-green
October-deep orange
November-velvety red, like the underside of a maple leaf
December-white
January-soft grey
February-blue

So-called weed

Dandelion, I
see nestled like a citrine,
Bright in the Spring grass