Patchwork Garden My garden grows with little help from me, Displaying twenty shades of verdant hue, In awe, I bow to beauty, simplicity, That a “Kiss of the Sun” can do. The daffodils… Continue reading
Sharply cold, his foot pads on the grass, He scurries frantically to beat the crowd, They, the better vantage point from which to spy and seize the trinkets locked inside. But he with… Continue reading
As schoolyard beaus they shared a trance-like smile, ‘cross the expanse, mere sight lines through the fence, Her goal; to reach his heart-space without guile, To share a glance of innocence (impulsive… Continue reading
Tinkling wind chimes beat the rhythm of the breeze, Tempo sets for cardinal calls and woodpecker rat-a-tats. Delicate doves swoop in tandem, gathering fallen seeds, Wings aflutter and cooing their ‘mourning’ song. Canada… Continue reading
Brightly colored, named and set aside, For Easter bunny pranks and searching fun, Each year the giggling chorus starts outside, Cacophony of happiness, boys undone. I spy with my sharp eye an aqua… Continue reading
Velvet moss-cushion, ‘Tween reed grass and lagoon spray, Rocky Egret shores.
Images conflate, though tossed and torn, Long since forgotten, left on hooks, Wrenched away from neural nooks of memory, hanging bare, forlorn. Which rested dormant through the years, Outliving weddings, day-to-days of married bliss,… Continue reading
“Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold”, and yet his sister, Spring, crept near, A quickening within, imbued a calming peace, I teetered on the brink; embraced my fear. Months of wafting breezes… Continue reading
My baby girl is mother of two sons, They lean on her and she depends on them, They give her strength, and warmth, and days of inner calm, She gives them all she… Continue reading
On this balmy April night, As bloodmoon rises silent, ‘Cross the gauzy, purple heavens, On this balmy, April night, I breathe a silent, fervent prayer, of thanksgiving, For God’s greatest gifts.
Launch each day anew, Treasure true precious moments, Manna from heaven.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat Red-headed woodpecker drums Spring’s percussive pace.