Sunday, October 19, 2014

Two bouquets

two bouquets, one for the bride, 
one for the maiden of honor,
now the day is gone, the sun has set
but I smell the roses in my study
and remember the softness of her voice,
the warmth of her skin, her smile,
her curls, all of my daughter, my
maiden of honor, roses to remember
her by as she flies over darkened plains
to her home, so far away from me.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Beautiful in Burgundy

she's beautiful in burgundy, eggplant
is delicious when she makes it,
sweet and tender, the salt takes away
the bitterness.
look at her shoes, the color of pale roses
and pearls caress her collar bones.
she is of me, this one, this beauty
and she will lead the way this time,
I will trail her in a beautiful 
white gown.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Plates and Pellegrino

the last errand I plan
for plates and Pelligrino
I plan to sleep in late tomorrow
and play with Karen, perusing
dress racks, picking up that one,
maybe purchasing the prettiest one.
a perfect day of pleasure.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Just in time

a wedding without a ring
would be like a bicycle without wheels
yet I waited until the last minute,
so relieved to see a small package in the
mailbox, a small ring that fits me perfectly.
a simple ring, silver, not gold, 
a small stone, white topaz, not diamond,
a little jewel for a little hand.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Fall mornings

it's that time when leaves
drift downwards to form a soft blanket
of warmth for the coming winter.
we stroll along the path as
the golden reflection of sun
descends from the highest leaves
down towards the forest floor.
so peaceful, only the sound
of the creek and the crush
of stones under my feet.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Mostly tuckered out

twin sheets
Japanese screen
help a friend
walk the dog
make chicken soup
take a nap
bake some granola
send out lots of emails
call a few people
change the time
do the laundry
make mental notes
go to bed
all tuckered out

Friday, October 10, 2014

reminded of extraordinary

I was reminded of what extraordinary is.
tonight, in a packed auditorium, twenty seven
minutes of Scott captured by another
extraordinary who could capture his essence
on film, a lanky, dark haired artist who only
met Scott strapped in a wheelchair nine
days before he passed on.
Scott, the physicist turned photographer,
turned graphic artist, turned woodworker,
sculpting metal into ribbons reaching towards the sky,
smoothing and cutting rocks,  combining them
all into art that crawls inside you somehow
and makes you feel alive.
that was Scott, I was reminded of what
extraordinary is.
thank you, Scott.