Let the flyleaf of April reflect without another backward glance masala mysteries hidden in every ardent word written Traversing obscure burly wood bridgesunder clear lapis lazuli skies while We, the dreamers romance the restless wordswith hot pink beauty or dark orchid grief Our hearts emblazoned on parchmentour souls… Continue Reading “We, The Dreamers”
white love-in-a-mist delicate snowflake in spring-alien flower Author’s Note: I have never seen this flower blooming in my wildflowers before! Written for Day 28 of National Poetry Writing Month.
Today, it’s as if fall has returned to the desert. Morning dawns overcast and grey with a rouge glow in the east awaiting the rising sun. My garden is thriving; the swirling air is fragrant with roses, herbs, and citrus tree blooms.Vibrant wildflowers stand… Continue Reading “This Precious Moment”
Growing in the shallow crack between sand and steel and stoneIn solitude, a lovely bloomfinding its forever home Each day, humans trample bynever pausing to look downyet the little blossom survivesstanding firm though all alone. Then one sunny day, a little girlspies the bright yellow… Continue Reading “Perserverance”
blossoming thistlelemon meringue lace petals-beauty among thorns Author’s Note: Day 24 of National Poetry Writing Month.
I lie on the velvet moss forest floor under the majestic mulberry tree, clinging as roots take hold, surrounding mewhile waxy leaves grow upon my serene face In my ears echo ceaseless restless whispers of rouge rotting fruit and tiny hungry worms The one feeding the other and… Continue Reading “The Truth in Mulberry Trees”
It’s a misty morningas I stand on Pont Neuf listening to soft lappingof water against wood The scene is like a dreamas the fog grows thickand then a dull tappingof a wood cane on brick A ghostly grey old manout of the fog appearswearing a… Continue Reading “The Old Man on Pont Neuf”