Sunday, March 1, 2015

MARCH 2015



Welcoming March ~ this first day
roaming through waking woodlands
chartreuse shimmer endless shades
of verdant newly budded green
stiff March wind roars tousling hair
teasing pines to dance and sing out loud
ruffling succulent fresh grasses 
already alive with multi colored wildflowers 
nodding their heads wisely along the path 
at our feet sprawls the wide open valley
undulating range stretching north
Mt. Shasta in the distance rosy pale 
beneath the warm morning sun
our pack of dogs eagerly racing
eyes alert ears flying as they circle
madly full of joy and energy
they too feel the turning of the season
as we embrace this sunny Sunday morning
savoring our very own Small Celebration

Sunday, February 1, 2015


Wide awake
she's glowing
hypnotizing one bee


Blooming wild almond tempts
humming bees who
sing sweet gathering songs
while buzzing among her
heavily laden branches
she generously offers them sips
of her sweetest nectar
filling their trouser pockets
to bursting with golden pollen
her sweet scent fills the morning air

Digging through endless drawers
and boxes slowly sifting treasure
from chaff trying to lighten our load
slowly but surely two piles are forming
one to donate the other for things to keep
'tis no easy task let me tell you
some items haven't seen the light of day
 in years buried deep in boxes
yet once they were created lovingly
needle in hand~tongue stuck out for focus
finally finished and hung upon the wall until
they were tucked away to make room
for yet another creation or picture
but today once more this small piece
get's it's moment in the sun sweet
memory of the patience and time needed
to create this small springtime bouquet
I'll have to be honest with you right now
patience is really not my strength
making this small creation of my own
personal history all the sweeter
heady knowledge that if I so desire
patience sits with me now and then

Her golden reflection glows
shimmering on the water
frog chorus sings her praises

This magic night a mundane
hurried trip to the strip mall
proved that Nature's voice
can still be heard loud and clear
blotting out man made ugliness
as brilliant Luna ascends above
roofs and tarmac our reminder
that in this barren space beauty
can still be found if you only
slow down breathe and look up

Storm has found us at last
gray heavy skies
bring with it precious moisture
Crystal clear starry skies
holding a full moon
now only a glowing memory
Noting nature's blessings
her contrasting changes
she becomes my creative muse
Capturing her stunning beauty
in word and image
such blessing each and every day
In a world so often gloomy and dark
with hope barely flickering
her wonders brighten our days

Eye of the storm
morning moon

Sailing through life exploring
trying to find connections
casting my rope here and there
looking for a place to dock
sometimes strong winds have
made the journey rough in spots
casting me adrift for short
periods of time then once again
able to find safe shores ahead
these last few years of discovery
found connecting with kindred spirits
nurtures strengthens inspires
pushes us out of our lonely orbit
into a universe fashioned of
words feelings images struggles
triumphs good days bad days
things we can deeply connect with
and in doing so interconnecting
even when living our often solitary
lives away from the beaten path
some of us settled far away from cities
with it's exciting shows events groups
still we connect here and in doing so
find a safe harbor a place to be ourselves
accepted understood comforted
deeply connected through the words
we've shared over these years
connection making us strong
given us courage to step out of
our personal comfort zones sharing
creating writing CONNECTING !!

Do they truly connect root to root
bulb to bulb turning their shining
faces not only to the bright sunlight
but also leaning toward those
sharing their space roots touching
tangling as they stand closely
side by side flowers trees grasses
all of nature's bounty intimately
connected sending unheard signals
messages flowing beneath the earth
what blessing to feel a connection
with nature's miracles even if we don't
share the same language their messages
so subtle and silent not heard or even
understood by those of us living in their
verdant world yet the subtle connection
is there if only we take the time to see
them admiring their beauty their shapes
such blessings they bring to our planet
these first bright hopeful faces connecting
us to the new emerging season ahead
rooting us too deeply into the rich earth
nurtured by the miracles at our feet
our connection to Mother Nature

Floral connection
bridging two
celebrations brilliantly


Sitting outside at the gloaming
watching for the evening star
scent of blooming violets
floats subtly on the balmy air
suddenly ancient magic unfolds
huge mystical beast appears
streaking swiftly across the sky
connecting the present for just
one brief moment to a time long
ago when magic was common yet 
and such fantastic creatures
roamed a yet much younger earth
where Griffin soared through
evening skies with dragons
fairies flitted in secret glades
dancing as twilight settled
filling the night with magic
no mystic beasts roam here now
but evening star shines brightly
sound of creaking tree frogs
courting echoes through the valley
there's a bit of magic in that

This magic hour as the sun
slips away ever so slowly
tinting evening skies
with rich luminous colors
mirrored clearly in each
creek and pool along our way
headed home we stop
the sudden silence broken
by colonies of lusty frogs
croaking their night songs
beneath these silken skies
liquid meadowlark's lullaby
floats on the cooling air
one more song before sleep
our evening blessing

Celestial Playground
Mischievous young Luna
plays hide and seek
Venus cheerfully joins in
No sign of Mars tonight
he's hidden so well
in wide rosy contrail veil
Once darkness fell
trio was revealed
before slipping away


Prompt: MAGIC
And so the magic cycle nears it's end. Weeks ago pale bulbs send forth
first green spears, followed by buds pushed upward, seeking the light.
Slowly one by one petals unfurled in a blaze of brilliant color, opening wider
and wider each day. Cartwheeling under the sun, dancing a floral can-can,
delighting our eyes. Then slowly, as the days passed they started looking a bit
tired. Their early energy leaving them, now turning inward. These last days,
nearly overnight it seemed, petal by glorious petal the blossoms shed their
skirts, revealing the very essence of their intimate inner workings.
Yet even in death their beauty shines bright as they stand proudly, stripped
to their core. They are turning inward now to rest, promise of seasons yet to
come held deep within. When once again the magic of nature's cycles will urge
them to wake, stretching skyward toward the light, returning in all of their splendor


Prompt:  MAGIC II
Luna's Magic draws me
time and time again
even now as I sit dabbling
learning to create
dipping brush into water
then swirling in tiny
pots of luminescent color
even here as I touch
watercolor to damp paper
she speaks to me quietly
suddenly appearing floating
in a mother of pearl sky
on gently curling paper
how did she find me here??

Prompt:  MAGIC III
The magic of sun's return each day
climbing up into the morning sky
cauldrons of gold glistening
foretelling of his warming touch
most welcome at this cool time of
year waking the chilled earth
The magic of ever changing skies
of colors so rich and true
they warm heart and soul even
on early spring days as the
sun touches clouds brilliantly
in farewell before slipping away


Prompt:  MAGIC IV
Seeing the poetry in nature ~ MAGIC

Friday, January 2, 2015


This year, after writing daily and posting here as well, I am taking a bit of a break. Not from writing of course, nor from taking photos, but from the daily commitment I'd stuck with for 2 whole years. So this year I'll keep my posts to months, rather then then days or weeks. Sharing thoughts, images, poetry, whatever comes to mind. 
I hope those of you who have followed my blog, looking forward to the news of my written and photographed life, will be patient and keep stopping in  to see what's going on.
We had a very busy holiday season, with wonderful company. Got some of my images blown up and framed, setting up a small studio space in what was once the cattery.  Just keeping busy and playing catch up at the moment. I am just needing to take a little breather before jumping back into the flow of words...................................HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Suspended in the crescent
of the Sundial bridge
succulent slice of half moon


Such joy crossing the river 
touched by sun's first rays
tender gilded apricot skies
reflected back in endless
subtle shades shimmering
deep peace filling the heart
as eyes follow the gentle flow
toward the far horizon
as the river makes it's long
winding journey to the sea
often wildly roaring along
this morning gliding gently 
well mannered within it's banks
is it not often so with life
periods of violent upheaval 
followed by gentle times
when once again all settles
becoming still and peaceful
as the storms of life move on
finally leaving us once more
able to find that still place
where peace settles softly
around our shoulders
like a comforting shawl

Last night her gentle glow
followed us home
up through the valley
when first she rose
partially hidden by clouds
finally shrugging off the shawl
rising up golden at first
then silvering with her ascent
riding high up in the sky
glowing pearl shimmering
casting her milky light
upon the waters below
small wavelets glimmered
paying homage at her feet


Fairytale moon rises
in the forest tonight
strangely shaped
specters reach out
grasping her tight
she's smiling serenely
up up and away
illuminates the forest
it's soon bright as day
no specters to fear
it's now clear to see
the specter I feared
was merely a tree
so yet once again
her magic appears
her silvery touch
allays nighttime fears
she now keeps on sailing
all through the night
bathing those down below
in her bright healing light

This watery avian wonderland
sprawled endlessly at our feet
reaching to the far horizon
upon it~bopping peacefully
thousands upon thousands
wintering waterfowl~endless shapes
colors forms and species
peacefully chattering feeding
side by side~this scene of peace
interrupted at measured intervals
by a sudden rising of  huge flocks
as Snow Geese take flight
filling the skies~feathered blizzard
whooshing of countless wings
enthusiastic honking as they wheel
above the waters~then as if in
concert~wings wide~orange footed
landing gear ready for descent
down they come~graceful reentry
accomplished once again they feed
heads dip~butts up in the air
then heads emerge once again
faces ringed in reddish mud
words alone can't do justice
to this most marvelous sights
leaving reluctantly planning
our next visit on the way home


No Name
What draws them here
why do they come
shyly sneaking around
winding between pots
hiding behind shrubs
watching us carefully
is there a sign someplace
invisible to us~ a marker
indicating "Enter here"
written in stray cat code
if only they could talk
able to tell us the story
of their sudden arrival 
as the old ones leave us
does the "VACANCY" 
sign suddenly light up
do they know we're unable
to turn our backs 
will they stay or stray again
maybe only the Universe 
can answer these questions

Prompt Response
John William Waterhouse
Soul of the Rose
She rises ~lays down her pen
leaving behind her writing
rich scent of roses drawing her 
out through the French doors
stepping onto the warmed stones
down into the summer garden
her colorful embroidered slippers 
sink into the rich soft grass
sighing deeply she gives herself
up to the many delights all around
silence broken only by birdsong
and the droning of contented bees
visiting flower after colorful flower
heavy pollen sacks on their legs
flashes of color flicker as birds
rise from the stone birdbath
leaving droplets shimmering briefly
in the still balmy afternoon air
settling overhead bright eyes watch 
as she passes slowly drinking it all in
deep peace and tranquility 
settles around her slim shoulders
envelops her like a silken shawl
approaching the high stonewall
her slender hands reach out
bracing herself she leans forward
tenderly cupping a sun warmed rose
her face sinking deeply into the
velvety heart of the fragrant blossom
inhaling the very soul of the rose

Prompt Response #2
John Singer Sargent
Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose
Such a special treat for the girls
allowed up late this night
first strains of violins 
drift down into the garden
above the house~windows
wide open ~welcomes guests
with open arms as dusk
settles gently on the gardens
pale blooms glow brightly
sweet scent of stock mingles
with rose, lily and spicy pinks 
first bats appear~wheeling
swiftly through the treetops
crickets strike up their song
as girls spill into the garden
adorned in festive dress 
they flutter among the shrubs
like delicate Luna moths
solemnly turning their hands
to this most cherished task 
swiftly lighting Chinese lanterns
now small golden moons
illuminate the nighttime garden
high above slim crescent moon 
rises into the darkening skies
countless stars shimmer bright
this magical Midsummer night

Six Word Saturday
No name~no home
cautiously hopeful

Seven Word Sunday
Artistic expression
first timid effort
finally artfully framed

Suitcase Prompt Response
My suitcase once packed long ago
so eager to leave ready to
sever ties to that old world
seeming so faded and worn
blurred around it's aging edges
Tugging much hope and dreams
next to my meager belongings
ready to start over in what
seemed the promised land
to my then younger naive self
While it kept many a promise
and I learned to love this
beautiful bright new world
troubles must have found
space in my suitcase as well
Not all was perfect and easy
making a life as best I could
ending one marriage starting over
finding the peace and love
I had travelled so far to find
These days my suitcase waits
patiently ready to travel again
often making the trip across
that very same sea to savor
all I missed which wouldn't fit
Back to the land of my birth
a place eagerly left behind
so long ago not knowing then
that as I grow older my roots
would tuck at me so fiercely

New Moon Trio
Shrugging off black chiffon
sky goddesses appear
golden smile shining brightly
Luna and Venus embellished
tonight's delicately
streaked silvered blue sky
 Once again newly born
 she appears drawing
our eyes to the night sky

Woodland spirits raise
gnarly arms high
farewell sun salutation
Blackbird Mantilla
parts fog
three crows follow

Sunny day
going to look
for adventures

Desk Topography
My desk is my little kingdom. A creative space where I can visit with friends
around the world, without ever leaving my chair. Surrounding me are some of my
favorite things. Books, photographs, a few stuffed furry friends. Creative supplies
such as my newest addition, a wonderful horned owl sitting on a stack of books
stamp with a brand new coppery inkpad to go with it. No doubt by the time my
birthday comes around all presents will already sit right here, being used :-) To my left
the camera rests ,after sharing another large numbers of captured memories, now
safely tucked into my computer. Two of my favorite Tarot Decks in their colorful bags,
waiting for me to shuffle through and admire their beauty.
Of course useful things such as tape, envelopes, pens,erasers, staplers, all those things
needed to work and create. As this is my old desktop computer desk, it also has a
handy pullout drawer that I can use to spread out my bills and paperwork for the not
so desirable tasks of paying bills.
A favorite paperweight which states "A room without books is like a body without a soul."
Note the empty space above the desk, waiting for a few more shelves, as the small
shelves and stands on the desk are slowly filling with books. Beneath the desk are
my printer and paper supplies, at the ready. And no, I didn't stage any of this to take
the picture. I am just naturally cluttery and love being surrounded by my treasures. To
the back of me sits a bag of knitting with several shawls begging to me finished. Sorry
you have to wait another little while, so much to do and never enough hours in the day.
Next to it the wall is covered in photographs and my framed Sun-Moon creation.
From it, looking down on me are the furry faces of our beloved cat family who once
called this room their home. While the last of them left us late last fall, their spirits
surely still skip through here now and then, curiously exploring desktop and cubbies.
Why else would I find stuff in strange places at times? I am not that absentminded, am I??

Creating at my desk
Hidden deep
within this tree
small brown snail
appeared to me

Sunny winter day almond unfurled
her diaphanous organdy skirts
shook them out in the warm breeze
no doubt this gray foggy morning
she's regretting her unseemly haste
feeling this morning's chill deeply
not even bees will nuzzle her this morn
with their warm honeyed breath
standing by the roadside trembling
did she only dream spring's first
warm tender kiss waking her too soon ?

outside longingly
from winter quarters
can't wait any longer

garnet red
full of goodness
enhanced by jellied chia

Last leaf
first blossom
seasons connect

Dainty beauty unfurls
defying January wind

Several desks
spread throughout
my small world
not enough hours
in each day
to savor and enjoy
each of them
yet just knowing
they are there
waiting patiently
filled with treasures
to be savored
gives me deep comfort

Monday, December 22, 2014

December 22nd-31st, 2014

December 22nd, 2014
Bright Venus led the way
slipping away quickly
her brilliance swallowed 
by coastal mountains
newly born Luna lingered
languidly sinking into a
lush pool of apricot sorbet
pausing briefly held
cradled by winter trees
then she too slipped 
out of sight~New Moon


December 23rd, 2014
After endless gray rainy days
this morning she rose again
her brilliant rays streaming 
into the windows bright
blessings to all within
Sunny smile most welcome
our spirits soar as we savor
her welcome warm touch 
 even our oranges echo
the bright cheery rays


December 24th, 2014
Tonight it finds us once again
this strange California Christmas
so unlike the ones I used to
know and love many decades ago
when snow would magically
transform the land all around
crunching under foot with every step
scents of fresh pine, hot gl├╝hwein 
roasted sausages spitting 
on grills savory odors curling up
into the crisp cold winter air
walking from stand to stand
admiring the many festive wares
Lebkuchen Hearts dangling
wooden Nutcrackers standing tall
next to smokers wisps of incense
curling from their tiny pipes
those memories so bright and clear
small wonder I feel melancholy 
staring out at this unseasonable
unchristmassy bright blue sunny sky
shaking off the grumpy gloomies 
thinking of you all sending greetings
for a most blessed Christmas 
with the New Year making wishes 
come true for all of you

December 25th, 2014
Twas upon a morning clear
when suddenly came an idea
popped right in my sleepy head
as I lay there in my bed
something special we must eat
a tasty yummy Christmas treat
Quickly threw the covers off
hopped swiftly out of bed
splashed water on my  face
then headed for the bread
didn't have a French loaf
so Walnut Cranberry instead
Stirred up eggs with lots of milk
pinch of Christmas spices
whipped it up smooth as silk
dunked the slices let them swim
soaking custard deep within
in hot butter now they'll swim
Deeply browned they hit the plate
slathered with rich toppings
hope the husband won't be late
now here he comes to share
the yummy feast written on his face
he's thrilled and very pleased
Certainly I've made enough
to share it all around
thought of you so far away
you're nowhere to be found
very sad you were not here
we'll have seconds~won't we, Dear?

December 26th, 2014
Today was a long but wonderful day
we drove out before sunrise leaving 
bewildered dogs behind at home 
last sight of them were sulky sad faces
looking bereft no walk this morning
off we went to beat the crowds
eager to fetch frames for my eagles
special sale buy one second for a penny 
along the way we saw many wonders
sunrise first a gentle glow in a pale gold sky 
kissed with streaks of pink and apricot 
then a pool of molten gold blinding us
as the sun crested the Sierra Nevada
snow-clad sleeping volcanoes glistening 
Sacramento river at dawn's first light
fishermen bobbing on the current
while driving to get frames for two photos
we took our time taking yet more photos
another seventy six downloaded just now 
all taken today on our meandering travels
do people wonder why that blue truck 
is always sitting by the road side somewhere
as they hurry by eager to be on their way
some stop to offer help only to realize 
we might well be beyond help at this point
this might be turning into an addiction
should I join Photographers Anonymous
or just go with the flow~clicking away??

December 27th, 2014
Celestial Word Picture
Closing my eyes slowly
I revisit this day
waking before dawn
stepping into the icy morning
each breath exhaled
transforming into dragon puffs
then slowly the sun rises
morning sky now wide awake
awash in stripes of fuchsia and blue
soon snowy contrails slash the sky
cerulean blue now abstract art
then slowly light seeps away
winter darkness has fallen
brilliant stars glimmer shimmer
afloat in a dark velvety pool
Luna hangs brightly above the oaks
her countenance rainbow haloed
Nature paints in clear bold strokes
all I have are simple words of praise
paying homage~as her exquisite art
flows effortless from her fine brush
hour after hour~day after day
year after year~ into INFINITY

December 28th, 2014
In this bright corner
words and images
are joined together
departing daily with
one touch of a key
starting an amazing
journey swiftly arriving
on the other side of the
globe time zones away
words connecting worlds
all in the blink of an eye
there's a certain magic
and even poetry in that

December 29th, 2014
Magical landscape appeared
etched overnight
Jack Frost's expert touch
On his way out the gate
while slipping away
kissing the lone winter rose


December 30th, 2014
On this bright sunny hillside
cheerful committee of vultures
gathers~ looking most relaxed
and at ease~sunning themselves
spreading huge wings at times
some nestled snug in the grass
so unlike their normal ominous
selves~birds of doom and death
just a relaxed sit in~soaking up
last warming rays against another
freezing night soon to come
when they'll roost together high
up in the trees~huddled close
leaning into the strong howling wind
roaring across the open prairie
rocking their cradles way up high


December 31st, 2014
Opening the frontgate wide
waving in a bright red car
then watching in wonder
as our curly~haired tot
opens the driver's side door
turns swings out  long legs
and there she is smiling
our sweet granddaughter
suddenly all grown up
now a lovely young woman
where did the time go???
Seems only yesterday we
stood in line at midnight
waiting for the release of
the newest Harry Potter
her bright little face lit up
bouncing up and down
leaving her treasured new book
clutched tight to her chest
Harry Potter glasses perched
on her nose giddy with excitement
where did the time go???
Just days ago she had
a birthday this New Year
embraces her no longer teen
but now in her early twenties
it seemed like a dream
to have her here once again
driving her first new car
earned by working part time
studying for a degree
moving toward a bright future
where did the time go???