poems we read
again and again
washing an old plate
the pattern still new

poems we read
again and again
washing an old plate
the pattern still new
flowers from a store
arranged in the sunroom
one vase, then two
birds in the painting
from the thrift store
forever in flight
late November
warmth of sunlight
on my desk chair
night sky to sunrise
fragrance of carnations
in the sunroom
family tablecloths
passed on to me
they look like
the art I select
for my blogs