May there be light in 2022

 

Walking

 

and the shadows it creates.  
Not to mention the stories,
the imaginary friends.  
Those friends remembered. 
A few spilled leaves.

Not understanding

an image (a piece of art, a piece of writing, a combination of such) doesn't preclude enjoyment.  There's joy in the experiencing.  

December is the time for gloves.

What looks to me like a glove, transforms into a bearded iris.  December, no less.  I'm thinking of petals as flower-gloves.

A cathedral of molten light

 or tears.  Which do you think?  And who were the builders?  Who laid the cornerstone?

Most definitely

 the voice in a dream!  Of which -- dreaming that is -- I am doing much of late.  Less cooking.  Wonder why?  

and if I told you...

this is an image of an empty glass put through an app to add color, would you think the glass half empty?

 

Let there be light

May we remember so there is a place at the table for each of us.  

 

Don't know why

but I'm thinking 

of an am amaryllis 

in reverse?  

 

Meet dear, Eleanor

It's that day and raining here -- a blessing.  I imagine in your neighborhood, you are counting snowflakes.  Drops and flakes.  Flakes and drops.  Be peaceful, dear friend.

 

Conversation:

 the deepest are with light. Abundance and the lack of.....

Makes my mind giddy

and go in circles: sugar maples ablaze in December.  I want to cook up some spicy tomato sauce, roast red peppers, craft a few giddy one-line poems.  Wear a pair of my many red shoes.