I am water I am a mountain stream flowing fresh and cold, clear and bright smoothing stone edges, into a mosaic of painted hues adorned by moments of my heart breaking and learning the inner truth of my purpose to write until my bony fingers ache, to love with… Continue Reading “I Am Water”
Kindness is the soft trod footsteps through the wildflowersthe song of the mockingbird singing the brilliant sun awake while the rest of the world sleeps It is the planting of greensand all colorful hues of the rainbow when spring comes to provide a home… Continue Reading “Kindness is the Soft Trod Footsteps”
In the room where I write each day, I watch the world go by through this plate glass window, I’ve seen some magnificent sights A Cooper’s hawk comes visiting hunting easy prey, for the feeders are always laden with a smorgasbord everyday I hear… Continue Reading “From My Window”
I hear poetry …in melodious notes of blue rain songas emerald moss croons to the lonely streamand shimmering fish dance in clear icy waters— an arioso symphony–When the white winter air clouds my warm breathwhile grey doves huddle in the barren treesand Northern Flickers… Continue Reading “Arioso”
Mighty Gabriel cloud in peach sherbet skyKissing goodnight to the sinking sunWhen waxing moon shines, rising on nighMourning for the glorious day is over, done
frosted with winter
These decaying leaves hold mysteries of life, death, and rebirtha miraculous blend of science and magic sustaining where they recklessly fall, creating a patchwork blanket to warm tiny seeds yearning to anchor into the richness of Mother Earth.