A circle of purple hyacinths .....the calming circular movement
soft fur........................... of my wooden spoon
brown and gold bottles of beer with exotic labels..........in the potatoes, milk, fresh cream, chopped parsley from the garden,
the sound of water .........dill weed, fresh ground pepper
white capped mountains........simmering on the stove;
the broken chairwhere Winsock liked to sit......the color of the snow on the mountains in the distance;
purple lupine on the hillside ........butter lettuce, tomatoes, olive oil, blue cheese, red wine vinegar
walking down to the water...waiting on the well-used cuttingboard.
a flowered dress.............As I stirred the potato soup,
unexpected woodland events .....I contemplated Gunter's question.
spring water in winter..... the smell of hops and honey.... The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes...... the smell of green grass.... warm stones by the river.... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ a black woodstove............................ the smell of the leather couch.................... screen has been going black....................... making love...................... a black and white document.......... the faded Indian blanket on the daybed

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