Category: Poetry

What does it all mean?

If truth be told, my quiet life today Is not so varied from beforeSpending each precious day with my dog Writing lyrical poems, the occasional sound Of my own voice reading the words to himDoes he understand my meaning? I take a stroll in…

Mother Earth

I’ve walked this familiar street before Where silence reigns and the only companions My dog and the melodic singing of the mockingbird My feet tread lightly here, for there is nothing to fearAs I pause to watch a swallowtail floatingOn this glorious morning’s zephyr…

Scarlet Flax

April dawns with scattered clouds Obscuring the daybreak sun March’s roaring lion lingers on In brisk breezy morning air I find myself pondering What this new spring will bringFor I am a fool who believes In the beauty of small things And today among…

The Butterfly, The Bee and The Tree

“We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.”—Barbara Ward The Painted Lady does not dream of fleeting fame when flitting from flower to flower, instead she savors every delicious sip as she…

#Haibun: Fishing

I will never forget that day for it is one of my fondest memories with my mom. I had driven up to the ranch the night before with the intent of going fishing with her. We awoke before dawn, and drove down to the…

Bluebonnet Sky

So you’ve been through the roaring fire Leaving you maimed, a soul of charred ashes But rising from this molten funeral pyre Comes a new woman with scars on scars. You must know though flawed, you are beautiful for you shimmer with the light…

#american sentence sunday: tears in spring

“Earth awashed in cleansing tears, yet spring arrives and fragrant roses bloom” – Linda Lee Lyberg

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