Winter is always too long for me.  I always look forward to its arrival because of the plans I've made--it's the best time of the year to organize and then when I'm exhausted from organizing my motivation to do anything slows to stillness.   On those days that I'm less enthused, I am . . .

Lying in Bed and Ruminating Over Rising

Rain falling in a stream through the eaves next door, splashes on cement sidewalk, and the swift sweep of cars, seizes me. Resting still within my space on the bed listening, my cats converse in staccato caterwaul. Fading are papered stripes on the wall, thin blue bars spaced between white. Unknowingly, time has passed. My pillow has lost its comfort, it no longer rains, and my body remains in half fetal waiting to forfeit the layers of desire.

Robert Capucci Gown

A Roberto Capucci gown, in green silk, taffeta? I'm not sure.  It reminds me of a prom dress I could have worn back in the 70s.