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..

 

Even pitch-black night

has light, or the dreams of it.  Something to consider (perhaps bring a smidgeon of hope) if you do read the newspaper.  
 

A sturdy frame

no match for reflection.  Might this be the opening line of a memoir.  

 

Permanence & impermanence

Each season has its voice.  Each season, its favorite food.  Adieu, to the Fuyu.