Thursday, June 6, 2019

Love, Actually

I keep looking.

And I keep hoping.

And once again

against all odds

the possibility has temporarily emerged

that someone has found me

and is willing and able

to try

and not just to try

but to do

whatever it takes

to make it work

if this is a match.

Faithful hope

may be finally rewarded.


But...probably not.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

Garlic scapes

finally planting the bulbs

that should have been inhumed

last autumn

a perfectly perfect spring day

in Wyoming

moderate temps

no snow

faint breeze

listening to birds singing

kids screaming with the joy of being alive

watching a million fairies

piloting puffs of cotton

like a magic cloud of mystical beings

in my own backyard,

surrounded by the innocence

and delight

of being

alive