“Beauty was all around them. Unsuspected tintings glimmered in the dark demesnes of the woods and glowed in their alluring by-ways. The spring sunshine sifted through the young green leaves. Gay trills of song were everywhere. There were little hollows where you felt as if you were bathing in a pool of liquid gold. At … More Oak Tree and Fern
The southerly breeze in my face smells like the Gulf & Magnolia blossoms, tiny golden faces peer up at me amidst riotous green – weeds to some, beauty to me.
Japanese Plum Tree drops globes of fiery comets from above to earth surprising cats and humans bumbling in spring’s new clothing, self-absorbed ***** Napowrimo Day 14 I was walking around my back yard this morning, admiring all the new green things popping up, when I got a craving for Haiku. Haiku is one of my … More Spring Drunk
My poem, Pine, is published in Nine Muses Poetry today. Thanks to Editor Annest Gwilym for giving it a home.
I love the space of time before a storm when the clouds are running across the sky and the wind is screaming through the streets. As a kid, I used to sit on the carport and watch the trees, their branches waving wildly in an Earth Dance, leaves chattering like skeleton teeth. The earth is … More Morning Meditation: Storm’s coming
“You are always someones favorite unfolding story” ― Ann Patchett
I met Sally Houtman via Fictionaut, an online community of writers and readers. Before that time, I really didn’t have any writing buddies. I was writing singularly, without encouragement or input from anyone within any writing community. I took the plunge of submitting my poetry and prose to this community of fledgling and accomplished writers. … More My Prose in Flash Frontier Tribute
Ancient black arms and newborn green fingers stretch upward to infinite azure Thousands of shimmering cymbals clamor in the breeze Raise your eyes Absorb the vitality
The magnolia tree drops its leaves in April because it can. Big brown crunchy leaves drop like bombs on every little struggling green shoot in the earth trying to raise its winter weak head above the crust. The magnolia doesn’t care. Its huge cupped blooms raise creamy jubilation to the sky while strong new green … More Late Afternoon Meditation