A circle of purple hyacinths.....the calming circular movement
soft fur..................................... of my wooden spoon
brown and gold bottles of beer..........in the potatoes, milk, fresh cream
...................................................chopped parsley from the garden,
the sound of water .........dill weed, fresh ground pepper
white capped mountains........simmering on the stove;
snow fell on the frosted grass in the meadow......the color of the snow on the mountains in the distance;
..............................................butter lettuce, tomatoes, olive oil, blue cheese, red wine vinegar
walking down to the water...waiting on the well-used cuttingboard.
a flowered dress.............As I stirred the potato soup,
unexpected woodland events .....I contemplated Gunter's question.
spring water in winter..... the smell of hops and honey.... The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes...... the smell of green grass.... warm stones by the river.... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ a black woodstove............................ an otherworldly glass of beer......... making love...................... in Boca Raton where the snow never falls.......... the faded blanket on the daybed

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