apron

any task requiring the white shroud of a crisp starched apron
to be splattered and stained charmes me
pastels n primaries are all favorites
and every mixture in between

there it is

a doe stomps her pretty little foot
causing a retreat to a low cedar branch
hoping for a glimpse of her spotted fawn

delectable

strolling the awakened vineyard
sipping last years samples
a favorite thing
and the goodliness of their dessert wine
come home with me by the case....

inside

dreamt your thoughts lay inside
larger than life dominating yet quiet
and in turn neither could i move nor think

shibori shibori

swish and swirls of colour
folding and twisting
binding and stitching
then compressing it all
garments of life fall

were i

were i

day dreams

manipulating fine milled masa and spices hot with finger tips
to encapsulate sweet pork, lavender and squash blossoms
infused aromas floating about originating from
tamales steaming securely in their husks
is the only way to spend an afternoon finishing a fairy tale

tree

apricot tree looms
thickened trunk
wounded limbs
laden with sweet white blooms

high mesa

two elk stand
one head down
one head up
straining ears to catch my sound