I also anticipate a rainbow

But back up.  I was anticipating the bloom on this glorious succulent for some time and yesterday, she arrives in waxy, stately splendor.  And because I alway anticipate a rainbow, she, too, manifests although under the usual conditions.  Food is like this, too, when served to friends.  Don't overlook the possibility of a few words like spikes of energy painting a page.

Tea is never a simple adventure

For instance, each side of the spoon -- concave/convex -- has it's own serving of stories.  And remember, tea is nothing short of a sunrise.  I'd go as far to say that tea is vegetal-protein for the imagination.  For how else does a poem come into being?

Tufts or buttons on a couch?

We see what we see.  But can what we see be translated into a language understood by another?  By a crow?  For sure, crows are petite poems with personality.  Prickly, sometimes.  And sometimes, still as night until it erupts much like a pan of water suddenly boiling.

Vivid

What would the day be like if this is how we saw a simple eucalyptus
and we know, eucalyptus are never singular.
Take this concept into the kitchen where aroma becomes a rainbow
or onto the page placing one word next to another until a feeling emerges:
call it vivid.

Threaded through the eye of energy

now consider
the word
braided --
as in
braided bread
braided words
all through
the eye
& the needle

A fiesta in broad daylight

Hope is festive.
So let's wear it.
Let's eat colorful food.
Let's write with rainbow ink.

Peek-a-boo

February is the peek-a-boo month.  

Persimmons gone and English peas not yet.

Sunsets & sunrises are plentiful.

Valentine's Day, waits in the wings

& hopefully a haiku, too.