Christmastime Baking

I dig my hands deep
into the bowl and feel it:
the dough becoming.

Inspired by Lee's Fight with O'Hara

He descends howling,
landing in perfect revenge,
with his heart still broken.

Yesterday at Shorebird Park

For the first time in
weeks, the sun shows his fiery
face, chasing the clouds.

Shelling Dried Fava Beans in February

Briny smell on my
hands, I am transported to
summer's hot, blue skies.

Part II

Foolish, soft-hearted
one! Love, even in your heart,
is unlimited.

Part I

I fear the love in
my heart is finite. After
all, I'm not a saint.

Outside it's all grey
except the green of the trees
reaching for more rain.

In the winter night's
cold, I lie awake, troubled,
watching the rain drop.

Looking across the Bay

Calm waters reflect
that the tranquility I
seek is deep within.

Sigh.

No matter how much
chocolate I eat today,
I still feel bitter.

Sometimes I Remind Myself of Harry Potter When He First Encountered the Dementors. (PS--This is not a title!)

Memories blare, loud
in their violent sadness,
drowning out all else.