a small stone from the Similkameen

 

 

I begin to notice

the lengthening day

and with a light heart

dine in daylight



 

 

 

 

I saw the sickle moon last night

sail boldly to the west 

tonight it hides its lovely face
discreet, behind a cloud

A small stone from the Similkameen

 

Candied ginger

with my sherry

sweet and sharp

a small stone from the Similkameen

a whisper
of sunshine
pending

A small stone from the Similkameen

my heart hesitates as I reach for the last wreath
 to join with the others, 

covered with Christmas garlands
in the deep, dark dreaming box

 

I leave it on the wall

a reminder of joyous days

and a poignant portent of spring...

 the roots that gather life....

covered with a garland of snow in their own

deep, dark dreaming box

A small stone from the Similkameen

 

blue wonderment

curious
as to what goes on
beyond the kitchen window.



A small stone from the Similkameen

Suffused with music
I lay my head on white linen
as Handel and Bartoli caution me
about gathering roses......

and I drift to sleep

Lascia la Spina