I keep returning to this place.

Benicia, of course.  The water.  The contrast of a vibrant town and rust and decay.  Of course, there are landscape that I return to in dreams.  That's another blog.  

Please go ahead

 Name this.  I've been trying all morning.  

What the crow dreams of

Nothing else to say.

 

A city is a geometry lesson

Angle upon angle.  Explicit and implicit.

Heart

 at daybreak.  A mountain adds gravitas.  

Anticipation

 A key theme for many writers.  And for all readers.  Here's to the union of writer and reader.  

Sometimes the memory

of a robust weekend breakfast can get you through a few meetings.  P.S.  Who doesn't love tomatoes and grapes with the drizzle of basil olive oil.  What you don't see, you can still taste.  

 

I am reminded of Wicked

For good.  Interesting to see an imagine in the energy of a flower and hear music.  That's all to the good.  

Ah, if I were a bee

I'd make a buzz to this oleander.  I variety I have not encountered.  What a delicious center.  

Season of the gourd

When the air changes from summer to the hint of fall, I look for gourds in the shape of birds.  Lucky me, I have a bird-bath of these mythic creatures.  
 

Which is tethered?

Leaf or reflection?  Stones make great canvases don't you think?  

 

Do trees have a longing

for the first day of school?  We know trees are seasonally-smart and possess the wisdom to embrace change.