splashes of watercolor

wayward brushstrokes,

bursts of inspiration

not much to look at

for anyone else but me

necklaces, earrings & bracelets —

a snarled, tangled mess

of baubles & beads.

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a few broken chains,

missing pieces,

gems with a tarnished

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or lackluster finish —

still, I’m thrilled

for every salvaged bit of it.

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sorting through what remains,

I’ll wear her close to me,

a cherished means of remembrance.

favorite mug(s)

new paint and paper

books, always books

this life of mine,

for me, definitely

worth living

every other time, an exaggeration

awoke to a world of softness & white

so beautiful this day; oh, so serene

wispy & feather-light,

memories of a young girl —

that child used to be me

halting, cautious footsteps

off-trail preferable to icy pathways

the busy swish of nylon gaiters,

crunch of snow underfoot

deep breaths, a racing heartbeat

the brisk exhilaration

of a cold December afternoon

~ for Bill