big red

 

 

 

our clubhouse was in the hayloft of the old barn
hot and stuffy in summer
freezing cold in winter
we listened to Beatle records over and over again
on a dusty turntable

 

 

the polar vortex

 

 

stopped by for a visit
seems an appropriate end
to the month of January

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

vulnerable

 

 

 

 

 

kiss the sky

 

 

 

 

“I’m jealous of nature. It just expresses itself without judgment, the comparison with others, worry or complaints. And because of this very fact, it heals us in ways we can’t even imagine.”

~ Jacinta Mpalyenkana

 

 

 

 

warmth

 

 

 

the sweet scent of oranges
warm yellow walls
her curtains were gingham
like the aprons she sewed