Velvet moss-cushion, ‘Tween reed grass and lagoon spray, Rocky Egret shores.
Launch each day anew, Treasure true precious moments, Manna from heaven.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat Red-headed woodpecker drums Spring’s percussive pace.
Window box sun rays, Diffract, reflect, predict Hope, Life for the taking.
Windswept clarity, Dunes caressed by sawgrass blades, Shelter on the beach.
My eyes are dazzled by the glinting sun, Sparkling on the hulls of seashell casts, Unique as crystal snowflakes, each is one, From depths beyond and ages long since past. The gulls have… Continue reading
🌲🌲🌲 He’s entering the woods as oft before, And still his heart is thumping, resolute, This path has been the backdrop to his more lucid revelations, thoughts astute. The crunch of long-dropped pine… Continue reading
🌾🌾🌾 With leashy strap and pocketful of treats, We swing across the threshold, sun shines in, We’ve powered down for months in woolen pleats, But spring is here (they say), let us begin.… Continue reading
As I lean back to peer into the grueling, I see (what others may have seen) too late: “Two young hares, rump to rump, like dueling pistols crouched by the gate,” we wait.… Continue reading
Life was simpler then, Oars, quiet, docking, rocking Peaceful lakeside scene.