Category: Postaday

Dog Days of Spring

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 savvy nose and limber bones, Discovers those that hide from humankind,… Continue Reading “Dog Days of Spring”

April’s Opus

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 geese join in the chorus, squawking loudly Their raucous return to nearby Gregory’s… Continue Reading “April’s Opus”

An Easter Ditty

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 orb, Nestled on a tree trunk, perched just so, I’ll leave… Continue Reading “An Easter Ditty”

Textures

Velvet moss-cushion, ‘Tween reed grass and lagoon spray, Rocky Egret shores.

A Parent’s Prayer

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.  

Possibilities

Launch each day anew, Treasure true precious moments, Manna from heaven.

Glorious

  Window box sun rays, Diffract, reflect, predict Hope, Life for the taking.

Sawgrass

Windswept clarity, Dunes caressed by sawgrass blades, Shelter on the beach.  

Treasure Trove

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 salvaged living prey, amassed, Leaving only sharps where once was life,… Continue Reading “Treasure Trove”

Lucid Dreams

🌲🌲🌲 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 cones underfoot, Reminds him, well, that feral denizens, inhabit near, ‘neath torn-asunder… Continue Reading “Lucid Dreams”

Walking The Dog

🌾🌾🌾 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. We tough the barrier path, as cartwheels spin And soon we’re… Continue Reading “Walking The Dog”

Out-takes

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. We chose this path, this charted course our fate, Now a… Continue Reading “Out-takes”