I was drawn to blue.
Sapphires.
Oceans, sky,
My bathrobe, hyacinths, sun glass,
Our sofa, the bedspread, my running shoes, that favorite candle,
Blue, all blue.
But now, purple is creeping into my life.
An odd shift that I’m not going to analyze.
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As the sun shows its bold self
Morning rituals bring relief from night’s wondering
A new day sheds light, shaping thoughts and worries into perspective.
Such clarity comes regularly, if we give it a chance.
Such sweet intervention is welcome.
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The worn path that leads from the tall Oak to the raspberry bushes
reminds me of my grandmother.
She once planted tulips and asparagus,
filling the spaces with blues, pinks, and yellows.
In her cotton dress and wide-brimmed hat,
she dug and sifted, clearing her garden of impossible weeds.
Dreaming of books and poetry. A writer.
I only knew her in her garden.

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We sit, laptops open.
Did you know too much happiness is a bad thing, he asks.
Hmmm, are we too happy?
No, he said.
The cat yawns.
The dog scratches.
Did you know eating fish three times a week prevents heart attacks, I ask.
Hmmm, we eat it twice. Is that enough?
Yes, I said.
The cat stretches.
The dog sighs.
We are fine, you know.
Yes. I know.

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Cold fingers
Cold toes
Cold nose
Chills, aches,
Pain like little needles.
Air conditioners whir and churn .
Give me a hot day under a tree, a breeze by the beach.
I dread the coming of the machine.