Category: Poetry

When Shimmering Sunlight is Perfect

Blooms on butter yellow roses whisper sending goosebumps across my skin the tender voice of my mother calling, ‘Come see it’s Spring again!’ Mockingbirds caw mimicking rowdy black crows as jeweled hummingbirds chase tiny gnats mid-air, fat honeybees amble from flower to flower, subdued by their burden of golden pollen Here in the garden, curious… Continue Reading “When Shimmering Sunlight is Perfect”

Dewdrops on Morning Grass

From high in lush greening mesquite desert thrasher sings a sweet refrain to a honeydew ripened rising sunas it paints the morning desert His lonely unearthly melody of nostalgic blues makes me wonder how disparate my life may behad I chosen another pathway But soon this misty thought… Continue Reading “Dewdrops on Morning Grass”

Reflections on a Spring Day

I wander out in stark wilderness where goldenrod kisses a sailor blue sky and chartreuse leaves of pink buttercups sway in a contrary March wind spreading pungent lemony pollen tempting even recalcitrant bees I lie down amidst this chaos of life buzzing and blooming all around menostalgic for my ardent… Continue Reading “Reflections on a Spring Day”

A Life Well Lived

I remember the faded sky colorof washed-soft chambrayas if it were only yesterdayand though it was only an old shirt,laundered and spun dry too many timescollar and cuffs frayed, threadbare at the seamsweathered and time worn, it still had a placefor every tear and… Continue Reading “A Life Well Lived”

#Haibun: Osozakura (late bloom)

In our youth we are invincible; we don’t see time as ephemeral moments. Rather, summer feels like forever as we bask in hot sun and dance in pale moonlight with nary a thought of tomorrow. Yet, before we know it we turn around and… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Osozakura (late bloom)”

Is This How It Ends?

“Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.”  ― Paulo Coelho Is this how it ends- This ripping away of wings leaving naught but two scrawny plumes and no way to soar?  Alone in the desert, left; a forgotten soulthrown… Continue Reading “Is This How It Ends?”

Will-O’-Wisp

In fading grey twilight cool and crisp before night’s orchestra comes alivethere in marshland floats a will -o’- wispand swamp creatures run from the ghostly surprise When night’s melodic orchestra comes alivegreat horned owls hunt for skittering preyswamp creatures run from the ghostly surpriseas gnarled… Continue Reading “Will-O’-Wisp”

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