Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
Snowflakes
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Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
She’d buy Free People,
match and mismatch carelessly,
revel in oddball.
J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.
They create out of
nothing whole scenes, entertain
from mere suggestions.
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.
My daughters watch the
Gilmour Girls non-stop, wishing
I were Lorelei.
Silence erases
thoughts and stress like dry markers
wiped clean from white boards.
Don’t count calories.
Savor silken pumpkin, tart
cranberries. Taste joy.
Tempting smells – so strong
they nearly satiate the
appetite – drift by.