On the very first night strolling through the ancient streets of Rome
Soft sweetness in a bakery window sliced through my traveling fog.
The next morning at breakfast, a cone bouquet screamed ‘Gelato!’
Everywhere we walked, colorful bins of temptation,
Gardens of chocolate delights,
Posies waiting to be picked,
Each blossom prettier than the one before.
So many, even handmade tassels became a pastel homage to Easter.
May yours be lovely and sweet.
Everywhere, my dear friend Kathy and I went in Rome, were angels carved in stone,
Reminding us of our innocence.
Under impossibly blue skies, above the Trevi Fountain,
In the saffron meditators above the Forum,
And beneath the pearlescence of a stormy evening,
We stared at the ancient miraculous,
All gorgeous reminders of our impermanence.
My sister, Melanie, matching the environment of Sarasota in February on our annual snowbird pilgramage
A herd of herons (actually, Ibis) on the driveway after a long day
A crane found in the frond of a Fan Palm
Groundcover of fruit from a date tree
The mighty Live Oak at dusk
Trees and Spanish Moss of Red Bug Slough (sloo), 72 acres of public land in Sarasota, Florida