Shimmering Green

Summer leaves alive with shimmering green, Or scarlet with autumn’s glory sheen, Evoking mysteries yet unseen. From inside my human-made abode A window peers into nature’s road. Smooth floors, paneled walls, wood fans cool, Heaters and blankets hold back winter’s fierce rule, Protection and comfort—from a human tool. Yet from […]

Imaginative Wonder

Elves and Wood Folk live here. In a late-summer morning, birds chirping, crickets humming, green leaves languidly swaying, bushes blooming, hens wandering sedately across the yard—queens of their private domain—and my world is blessed. I do not trouble my soul with questions on such a morning. I breathe deep and […]

Chorus

A poem a day might well keep despair away. I’ve been reading 150 Most Famous Poems published by Poetry House with works by Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, William Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman, and many more. What I find so extraordinary is that while reading, I enter a sort of dreamland, […]

Where to Feed?

A hummingbird flitters by, The glittering feeder gone dry. Guilty, I note, Unwholesomely, upon my feathered friends, I dote. To watch and claim my own wee-beast I succor them from best to least. A flighty friend, too, am I, To wander hungry, expectations sigh. Where to feed, To fill my […]

In a Tilted World

Poison ivy, phone issues, a leaky sink, and tenacious weeds could have ruined my week. Lucky for me—life is bigger than bad moments, and free will is the true test of love. There is an old oak tree that stands on the edge of our property, and every time I […]

I’m Making Mine

Imogen trudged down the porch steps of her sister’s farmhouse, doing a quick kindness and her civic duty. She crossed the yard, lugging two large bags to the burn barrel while pattering footsteps followed close behind. She hoped it wasn’t the murdering demon that had kept her up half the […]

What Really Matters?

As I maneuver between the goalposts of my day, I brush up against all sorts of realities. Some deceivingly mundane, some clearly molehills, others require deep prayer to survive their clutching, smothering embrace. As a sat in the library on a Saturday morning where I had offered a writers’ support […]