in living color

i miss our talks, our mochas, your crepes, your outfits, your smile,
your calming affect, our exploring, discovering, daydreaming...
i miss you...

when you forget to look

i admit i wanted fall i counted the days. last week i complained about the heat, begged the fall to come and stay....but while doing all this i forgot to look in the garden at all the foliage and blooms i had admired all summer long. ignored left to die while still living-yes perhaps i am overly dramatic about this whole thing but i rather think passionate!