Baked Apples

 Brown sugar apples baking;
My Granny's apples.
Always in my heart.

Books

Tooled leather binding
Soft treasure in hand,
A weight of wonder in words.

Rain

Mist, drizzle, spitting,
Pouring, cat's and dogs,
And coming down in stair rods.

Curtains

Uneven billows,
Wind fills the curtain:
Sails on a ship run aground.

My Geography

Trail the mountain peak,
Source the river deep,
Explore my geography....

Parade day

Festival Parade:
Drums like beer bellies
Feather Dusters on your caps.

A New Year

Waiting for the sun.
Fog of possibilities.
What will be revealed?