These nice little blue flowers are forgetmenots. . . .
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
2 comments:
Adriana, not banal at all. Just exactly the way I feel, actually. I love going to your blog, and Julie's, and Tina's. Sort of a way of staying sane in the middle of all this. Beautiful women leading gorgeous lives, each in her own way. Reminds me that it *is* possible. Will be possible again. Some day. ♥s
Puddle,
just giving you a hug.
ChrisNYC
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