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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Nocturne Blest

As the sun drops beyond the horizon low, Leaving the crimson world aglow, I stand alone between flowers and trees, Soaking in a gentle breeze. Fireflies twinkle in fairy-land darts, Easing mind, soul, and heart. In noontime heat, I stroll the familiar beat. Stepping around molehills and brushing off flies, […]

Menagerie of Hidden Influences

My synaptic mailbox is full. Sitting in a relatively quiet room—the birds are chirping outside, the downstairs refrigerator is rattling, and the drier is whirling about—I alternate my gaze from myriad unfinished projects to pictures and paintings covering the walls to the well-tended jungle growing just beyond my porch. In […]

If Trees Could Talk

If trees could talk, What would they say? If they could walk, Would they also play? Leaves tremble in silent breeze. Their colors change, as seasons please. Fruit for the plucking. Bees—nectar sucking. Giants with myriad homes, Rest for the weary soul. Hewn down. Unable to escape—fire, flood, disease… Yet […]

Wait a Bit

Snow fell on the green grass, Yesterday Apple blossoms shivered in frosty coats, Last Night Misty wisps covered the fields, This Morning Chill winds fluttered over fresh leaves, At Noon Sunshine and showers blessed the garden, Evening Bliss Forecasters hint at weather, Tomorrow If you don’t like it, Now Just […]

Kingdoms of Our World

Of late, I’ve waged a war on carpenter bees, which seem heck-bent on burrowing holes throughout my porch to the point where I have to sweep sawdust off each morning. My attempts at repairing and staining only appear to alter their trajectory, not their aim. Little do they care how […]