My body loves yogurt for breakfast. What I didn't know...

my favorite black bowl (a pair) loves the creaminess of yogurt and from that makes its own landscape.  Perhaps, in the crucifer family?  Got to look to the mundane and the small for beauty and joy -- essential right now, wouldn't agree?  

In which room of the house

does this dream appear?  Probably this is only space where her red sneakers would clash.

 

Life persists

even when the roofs are rotten. On an optimistic day, I think of these magical kingdoms surviving what others call rotten.  
 

Cosmic plan unfolding?

A revised Zodiac?  Wishful thinking?

 

Have you ever considered

how a room sees roses?  Well, it's raining; rain is an excellent incentive to ponder such questions. 

 

You randomly opened to page 151

Here's the line:  "She was no where to be seen although an oboe had been carefully placed on the small wooden table next to a glass of water."  
 

Fish swimming through lichen

Upstream in some many ways.  Ah, but those scant lines of blue hold me, hopeful.  As does the dream of forsythia -- yellow stars from childhood..