The basket is left
Solid pink –
The polka dots dieting
Subtraction is valued.
Less is more
Is the theory
But what is more?
It cannot be less
Where do the little
White polka dots go
When they subtract
The pink from themselves?
Month: September 2019
The Cave of the Crow
The cave of the crow
Is an eerie place
There is nowhere to sit
The hungry lynx in
The back
Is mildly terrified
When the sound of the crow
Reverberates
(he has no music)
The walls get stronger
Light does not linger
On the face
The lynx laughs
There will be no food
But the languishing
Might be all he needs
Temper
I lost my temper.
I have not found him.
I slip through my day.
I don’t make a dent.
It’s not all about me, is it?
With less weight,
Those who lose their
Tempers
Travel faster.
At the end of a cough
I found myself on the
Rough-hewn coast
In the home
I wanted.
Stark
7 Years
I didn’t get around to writing about it, but the 3rd marked 7 years Craig and I have been married. It has been 7 wonderful years that I feel blessed to have had. My husband and our daughter are God’s greatest gifts to me.
Angelica was in school. I took the day easy. We like to celebrate, but we just got back from a trip the night before, and I just wasn’t up to doing much. The previous Thursday though, we went to the cafe we like and then went to REI for hiking gear for Craig and Angelica.
Pyramidal
Desert
Miniature Moon 