Calla Lilies

The calla lilies have bloomed early this year,

before the vernal equinox.

Thought forms

To some, I am attached. 

Like cheeky spiders they

drop from the ceiling

without invitation or warning.

Others stand aside,

deftly shelved next

venerable old tomes

I may or may not have read.

On Valentine's Day

on a moonlit morning

we'll have a cup of tea...

(to be continued as it is continued
in the morning's moonlight probably)

Solstice

here's to a

Happy Solstice

keeping warm
through this longest night.

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Deja vu

.......

scrolling

words rose from the page like smoke

sweet smoke from an ember tipped wand

scented smoke from a warm glowing ember

chapter upon chapter
the ruby tipped wand

made light of the page
in the unlit room

words curled like smoke

caressed the ceiling
leaned back

kissed the window

the page turned
 words gripped the page
like tallies of worth
with talons distended

the ceiling fell

in a puff of smoke

a few last wisps 

clung to the glass

of the night darkened window

the ember paled leaving
an ashen tipped stick
in its stead

.......

Rufous

One of a charm of Rufous Hummingbirds, blownup and blurry




.......

OOOPS!

OH WELL

Lost in the ether, probably not alone though.