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