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Meditation on the Sanctity of Breath

A flock of dreams feastOn ancient buried memoriesSuch lush, verdant, fertile browseNourishes my weary souland feeds my ravenous spirit Each sacred breath,A river flowing over stonesTrickling through pulsing veins~Air- precious tether that binds me~Forever to life Author’s Note: Hi All and Happy Memorial Day.… Continue Reading “Meditation on the Sanctity of Breath”

Sanctuary for Dreams

“Good food is a benign weapon against the sodden way we live.”- Jim Harrison This bright room is one she never tires ofWhere the tastes of the world are at her fingertipsHappiness packed in square glass jarsExotic spices from India, Mexico, IndonesiaHer kitchen, a… Continue Reading “Sanctuary for Dreams”

Spring Sunrise

New sunrise-Paints pale horizon with wildflower colorsAnd eastern sky glowsin a meadow of tissue paper clouds Fragrant zephyr stirs waxy emerald leavesWhile spent blossoms slip from thorny lemon treeGrey mockingbird sings from high in the mesquite-As spring arrives dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #148 Papered… Continue Reading “Spring Sunrise”

The Moon and Stars

Going through his possessions, precious memories of their life together flood her heart. The poem she wrote for their seventh anniversary and the memories it invoked. Concert ticket stubs, a photo of them on a ship’s deck. How she missed his quiet strength and… Continue Reading “The Moon and Stars”

#Haibun: Winter Morning

Morning dawns with an icy sculpture in the bird fountain. This oddity happens about once a year here in Mesa when the temperture dips into the low thirties. It is a stark reminder of why we live here as opposed to someplace where it… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Winter Morning”

Evening at the Lake

Day to night, sun to moon and sooncall of the loonacross the lakeleaving a wake Bullfrogs croaking their throaty songsamid the throngsflies dart awaycaught in the fray Shooting stars fall from the black skywe ponder whya hasty wisha swimming fish dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry… Continue Reading “Evening at the Lake”

Morning Serenade

Shivering leaves in morning breezeas breath forms whispering cloudsQuiet garden is still, creatures asleepunder warmth of fallen dead leaves. Yellow orbs cloaked in waxy greenon the gnarled lemon treewhile high in the lush mesquite,Grey-brown Thrasher sings to dawn. dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday

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