Last of Autumn Leaves

 

last of autumn leaves

shoveled off city sidewalks

buried under snow

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11/30/2022 walking in a winter wonderland.

Five inches of new snow in Minneapolis, MN USA

Alone Among Trees

 

alone among trees

the sound of whispering

is all in your head

Blue Morning

 

blue morning

sun shines on winter garden

snow melts like tears falling

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winter flowers

sparkle with frost topping

diamond display

Spent Her Last Dollar

 

spent her last dollar

on a used poetry book

hundred dollar bill inside

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I wish this was true, but alas, simply being creative. 

Morning Frost

 

birdbath

painted with morning frost

fairy sparkles

After-Dinner

 
 
After-dinner conversations can be so enlightening.  This evening my husband asked,

 “Guess: when do you think I became an artist?”  
 
I answered, “When you were born.”
 
Smiling, he whispered a specific date “11-11-1996.”
 
The moments we spent together on top of the Guatemala pyramid were life-changing.
 
 

husband whispers

“I became an artist the day

I kissed you”

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Knots in my Stomach

 

 

 

they are biting my ankles now

those unedited 2022 poems

loitering on my iNotes app

 

January 1st calendar page stares at me … bug-eyed

knowing hundreds more to come

 

knots in my stomach

Reclining on White Velvet

 

reclining 

on white velvet 

garden sleeps

Rabbit Track

 

mid-morning

rabbit track leads to

snow-packed refuge

husband’s refuge

under warm blanket

road-trip postponed

Coffee Perks

 

 

parents’ percolator

first … last smell each day

cigarette smoke

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first cuppa Java

sixteen-year-old sips hot brew

cold winter night

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morning ritual

fresh French press coffee

home or away

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reward

after shampooing rugs

coffee and biscuit