Happiness 2-20
Johnny Appleseed: eyelids fluttering open; a blanket of stars.
Johnny Appleseed: eyelids fluttering open; a blanket of stars.
being well groomed; sailing on a sea of red and orange blossoms; reading the smoke signals.
tossing a pebble at the window to wake her up; understanding what the whale said; hammering the gold.
delicious succulence; dreams of dead people; tango in winter.
picking the right persimmon; the sound of violins coming from the woods; a thousand faces before you.
what was under the bark; lights of the town twinkling in the valley below; a good cry.
finding just the right fabric; light as a feather; a carpet bag that has everything you need inside it.
looking out the train window; moonbeams solidifying; burrowing into the sand.
swept off your feet by irises; doing it slowly; a candlelight bath during a blizzard.
in a Turkish bazaar; sprays of flowering dogwood; parting the sea with a hand.
bursting with life; being hugged by a mother bear; the first time you saw snow witches dancing.
waiting for your frog; exposing what’s under the rug; receiving an anonymous gift.
the sky shedding its clouds; what went on in the old carriage house; a hammer hitting the nail.
pink flamingos at dawn; the mill turning slowly; floating outside your body and smiling down at it.
the boat waiting in the mist; sheltering the horses before the snow falls; remembering those fields of ripe strawberries.
your house in the distance; stars sparkling in snow; receiving the invitation.
a statue coming to life and causing mischief; building a house of cards; being whisked away to a party.
the wheel of fortune; releasing everything that no longer matters; avoiding the hornet’s nest.
arranging the meeting place; a pile of old, handmade lace; the point of no return.
heading south; the dog on the threshold; retreating to your hut in the desert.