Melted Snow and Dried Leaves

The memory of a cup of tea reminds me that you can live with embarrassment better than you can live with regret.

Raspberry Leaf

The way that cinnamon tastes is the way I feel when look at her. Though we have not met in decades, nor have I any photos left.   But in my memory her hair is in braids beneath a woolen cap that hangs scarlet as the flush of her cheeks in the winter breath of…

Larches in the haloed house

Whether your life ends with a bang or a whimper is not important, but what that life represented is important

Sleep

Maybe we don’t sleep to be awake, but we are awake to let our souls free when we sleep…