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Where are you now dear friend?
Is it dark and cool, comforting and warm?
You left on this brisk and stormy morning, your mind not wanting to go so soon.
The body that carried you for all of those years, with a beating heart as good as gold,
ceased while you slept.
And I, a part of you, dear friend.
And you, a part of me dear friend.

My jumbled room is garlanded with jeweled tone, hand-dyed, balls of yarn that cheer up lonely corners. Scraps of wool and cotton fabrics, multicolored tubes of watercolors and boxes of pastels, chalk and oil, litter my wooden, sturdy work table and wait for their time to become. Coveted conch shells found long ago and newly fallen small twigs and branches with personality decorate the mantle. And then there’s my clock. My clock without hands. It prefers not to remind me of the time that rapidly… Continue

Greeted by the sweetly
formed , frozen snow.
Twigs wide open
welcome me home.
A warm heart swayed tiny hands
to surprise a touched girl.
An ice-covered gift.
A sparkling statue of undivided love.
Finn did it again.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire; the man lying on the cracked, frozen cement, wrapped in a torn blanket, sleeps.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas; many linger alone, sprinkled throughout the city, aging in timeless rockers as their fragile minds swirl with images of better days gone by.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow; the boys in the backyard dig a giant hole in the soft muddy earth and find a couple of sleepy snakes under the schist near the rose bush that… Continue