Wednesday, July 1, 2015

JULY 2015

I see her glowing in the branches
dreadful pest yet does she not
deserve to live am I to crush her
vivid green body beneath my boot
thus ending her brief journey toward 
magic changes that will transform her 
once again her next life on the wing
worm no more but splendid Hawk Moth
slowly turning away letting her eat her fill
as she prepares herself for changes yet
ahead my heart feels light knowing we will
meet again her unyieldy body transformed
caterpillar no more hovering above flowers
on velvet hummingbird wings sipping nectar

Lightbulb moment~she is eating for three

I do not have the magic to call down
rain from vivid hot blue skies
yet with a turn of my wrist I can
provide relief and joy to shrubs
and birds alike now sprinklers
circle throwing arches of water over
thirsty bushes which quickly fill with
feathered friends now joyfully dipping
preening side by side hummingbirds
nuthatches bushtits woodpeckers doves
fluffing chattering singing in praise
of this liquid gift from above
another turn of the wrist and it ends
yet still they sing and twitter
I am good at making garden magic

I am blessed with sharp eyes
able to find special gems
amidst clumps of wildflowers
as the picture appears on the
big screen I compliment myself
so pleased to have successfully
captured a brief moment of beauty


Letting my inner child pop
out to play wearing cherry
jewelry then finding the courage
to post the silly end result
online to share the smile
major breakthrough for me
I am very proud of myself...


Standing tall and proud
wearing lovely furs
fuzzy paws curled wondering
if we bear gifts but no
only cameras to capture
your wild beauty posing
as if you know your way
around a photo shoot
turning this way and that
showing off all your
best features and then
finally the glamour shot
you stretch bold stripes
 spilling down your back
enchanting wild thing


In Memory of Maggie
She walked in grace
her gentle heart open
fighting taunting demons
who whispered messages
struggling to break free
she graced our lives
with gentle yet strong
words battling valiantly
against that which
wanted to destroy her
which denied her peace
stole her chance at new
beginnings whole again
with the love of her life
by her side we mourn
her loss our hearts heavy
may she rest in peace

Through the woodlands
drifting on the fir
scented breeze raucous
calls fill the valley
Steller's Jay sails
through flitting from
branch to branch loudly
announcing his brilliant
presence stunning prince
glad in sumptuous sapphire
lord of the alpine meadows


This mighty tree lived
season after season
decade after decade
through summer heat
through winter storms
standing tall weathering
all of nature's forces
though it's life force
is no more through
my eyes it has not lost
it's sense of majesty
even in death it speaks
telling the story of
a long life well lived
of rich seasons past
when it's branches were
full of life a place
of refuge where small
feathered and furry ones
could find shelter from storms
find sustenance to raise
their young season after
season year after year
this mighty tree lived

So I was walking through
the forest on a small trail
strewn with sticks and stones
and other equally devious things
to make you trip and stumble
huffing and puffing  slowly
making the long return trip
from Mill Creek Falls
back to my companions who
had fallen by the wayside
suffering from bad knee pain
altitude and vertigo trouble
then suddenly I was all alone
not another soul in sight
no voices no bright colored
clothing seen through the dense
forest announcing more hikers
a sudden sense of unease crept
upon me I must confess
while it wasn't dark yet
black thunder clouds were
drifting above my head
could a sudden mountain thunder
storm find me here unprotected
my heart seemed to be pounding
in a most unpleasant way
what was I thinking I am not
the youngest anymore what if
a misstep caused a bad sprain
what if a black bear mother
crossed my path cubs in tow
my imagination went wild
my blood sugar crashed hands
and knees trembling fearing
the worst suddenly I saw
him limping through the woods
my knight in shining armor
never more welcome we slowly hiked
back my fears at rest knowing
lone death wasn't imminent after
all even scaly dragons no longer
scared me as they seemed to be
laughing at my recent frantic fears

Lush grenadine sky
 imaginary touch
sweet sticky fingers


I believe that surrounding myself
with the right people can make
all the difference in the world
I believe that people can bring
out the best in each other
those are the keepers in our life
I believe that despite the horrors
we see in our world
goodness will and must prevail
I believe that reading and now
writing has preserved my
sanity more then once in my life
I believe that encouragement and
kindness toward others is a
powerful magical tool which heals
I believe I am still learning
and  continue growing knowing
that with it comes  inner peace


she yawns
stretches her wings
waltzes around the room

I believe that nature's
small miracles
are daily gifts often
overlooked in our
busyness running here
and there so
when I  find evidence
of strange wonders
stopping and looking
slows the pace
this small empty
shell left behind
it's old occupant
now singing a strident
song which rises shrill
into the sweltering air
announcement to all
high summer is here
cicadas are on the hunt
for a suitable mate
cycles of life going on and on .....

Six Word Saturday
Unexpected Grace
damaged gate
perfectly restored

Twenty-nine years later
the way to his heart
still leads through
his stomach smiling
we sit German Pancakes
gracing our plates
breakfast in the garden
soft cooing of doves
all is well in our world
this peaceful anniversary morn

Monday, June 1, 2015

JUNE 2015

Morning delight 
bathing hummingbird
already one good 
thing on this sunny
first day of June


Some days that one good thing
is somewhat elusive. One might
almost give up hope until that
moment when we least expect it
that special good thing finds us
in the most amazing way when on
a mostly cloudy night a splendid
full moon rises. First only the
faintest glow and then suddenly
as if by magic the veils part
revealing a sight almost achingly
beautiful to behold such richness
of color such splendor this one
good thing ends a mostly ordinary
day on a most extraordinary note
how can we not feel blessed sinking
 into bed our hearts as full as the moon

One good thing today........the opening
of the first Firedrake Daylily.

One good thing today......celebrating Richard's
75th Birthday at our favorite cafe

One good thing today.....despite his vigilance
and shameful thievery we got enough plums to share
and to make compote. 

I see darkness in the world
at times overwhelming
yet it reminds me to cherish
the light.
I see the human race destroy
yet I see those who move
heaven and earth to make
a difference.
I see beauty in each and
every ordinary day making
it extraordinary filling
me with gratitude
I see sunsets and sunrises
moon waxing and waning
flowers opening then dying
cycles of life.
I see kindred spirits sharing
their joys and worries thus
lightening each others loads
I see a caring community

I see you see me?

What do you see?
Tonight I saw a sunset so vivid it took
my breath away such richness of color as
endless layers flooded our evening skies
leaving my eyes burning with unshed tears
such beauty nearly brings you to your knees
as you stand in awe watching nature spill
her stunning palette across the flaming sky


What do you see?
I see a young doe, cautiously walking through our woodlands,
finding treats in our compost pile left there for her. I see her
nibbling juicy treats while all around her the land lies barren
and dry. I see how our small efforts can make a difference.

A Day in the Life of..............
This is the tale of a day in the life of the S.S.Minnow...and no
that's not really her name, she's actually just known as Floatie.
She's a woman of a certain age, just over four decades under her
belt and today she was going out on the lake. It had been a long
long time, she didn't think she'd ever get to feel the cool, clear
water under her bow again. You can imagine the excitement of both 
Floatie and her crew of two. Up to the lake, into the water and 
off she went, expertly steered by her Captain. First she slipped
silently across the water but once on the open lake off she went.
Roaring her pleasure she came to life, flying across the rippling
water, heading straight to Gilligan's Island. And there again, no 
it really isn't called that, but we like to think that maybe it 
should be. To our horror we discovered that our personal island 
had already been claimed, pirated really. So reluctantly we made 
our way to the bigger island, got the old girl tethered and snuggly 
anchored. Now we were ready to enjoy a long day at the lake. But 
alas, it was not to be. As often happens when you make plans, 
they come to naught. Because suddenly we noticed she was listing 
badly...why????? Under her deck we found a water hose had given way 
and was merrily pumping water in, filling the engine department.
Thankfully the Captain quickly assessed the situation, unpacked 
emergency gear and tools and was able to make temporary on the 
spot repairs. Not wanting to tempt our luck any further, we sadly 
packed the old girl back up, send a little prayer up into the
clear,blue sky and were able to get back to shore safely. So no, 
we weren't really shipwrecked,but it was close. Of course Floatie 
was very disappointed, as were we. Needless to say, she will get 
her bits and pieces seen to and after assuring her that another day
would soon come when she could return to the lake once again I could
have sworn she nearly looked like she was smiling despite it all.


What do you see....early this morning I saw a robin high up in our
largest oak singing up the sun. He's singing still...tirelessly.


I see a Thrush at the bird bath
unlike the others she rest longer
and longer between visits visibly
exhausted she sips with drooping wings
her thirst quenched she perches wings
and tail relax slowly sinking into the cool
water below ~ eyes closing she naps

Six Word Saturday
Encouragement~the wind beneath our wings

There are times when encouragement can in
fact invite boundaries being overstepped.
Both in our dealings with our fellow human
beings, but sometimes also with the wildlife
we encourage to visit our homes and gardens.
While the sweet face and expressive large eyes
are a blessing, the fact that with it comes
a great hunger for rose bushes and under cover
of darkness also all of the geranium flowers
and new buds was not really encouraged at all
Truth be told, who can we blame this lone doe
for making free with the garden when all
around us not a single green blade of grass
survives to give her much needed sustenance
therefore we reluctantly overlook her faux pas
of severely pruning everything in her path
feeling no remorse she gazes at me serenely

Slaving in the garden year after year
dragging hoses on even the hottest days
sweet reward of our hard labors is the
abundance of bees visiting us again and
again filling the garden with their comforting
humming industriously going about their work
of pollinating and gathering encouraging us
to continue our own work both for their pleasure
and our delight~lead us to your honey please!

Stepping out into the heat I sigh
dreaming of walking on a beach
cool fog tenderly kissing my cheeks
pale sun a veiled silvery disc
unlike this demon-red blistering
entity rising scorching our days


Culinary time travel
propels me back decades
to the island of Ibiza
where once upon a time
I spend a long long
summer drifting from
Finca to Finca along
with hippie friends
made here and there
we'd wander the streets
sometimes hungry but
never sad always laughing
ogling the luscious meals
eaten by tourists sitting in
sidewalk cafes laughing
drinking eating always eating
walking on through narrow
shaded Old Town alleys
humming "Lady of the Island"
swirling long skirts
gauzy hippie blouses
soft on sun bronzed skin
scent of patchouli drifting
on the balmy breeze
now here I sit decades
later past middle age
savoring cool gazpacho
on a hot summer day
worlds away in more
ways then one......

Nature's beauty
such a necessary
part of life's toolbox
helping us deal
with whatever life
brings our way
her wonders bring
light to even the
darkest days and nights
looking up into a
soft velvety night sky
Luna waxing once again
banishing the darkness
illuminating the paths
nature's beauty essential
tool in my life's toolbox


Seven Word Sunday
Solstice Sun ~ veiled this morning ~ feeling blessed

Six Word Saturday
Astral pup playfully
swallowed the moon

Last night's moon
emerged in the lush
intimate style
of a Georgia O'Keefe
this heavenly work
featured a luminescent
pearl held in the heart
of a lush celestial oyster
enjoying great art
without leaving our yard

Prompt: Lightbulb Moments
Those simple moments of grace in nature
finding sanity in a sometimes insane world

Friday, May 1, 2015

MAY 2015

Another sweet May unfolds
in all of its splendor
birds are busy feeding 
their clamoring young
butterflies delicately
extract sweet nectar
bees sport yellow knickers
buzzing contently as
they probe this morning's
newly opened buds
sipping the sweet nectar
all of nature celebrates
this glorious first day of May


Owl trinity
sharing wisdom
nature's magic

Our inner landscape, often a precious secret garden
hidden from view carefully protected by tall walls
build over a lifetime of loss pain wrong paths taken
sometimes walls build so high and unscalable as
to seem cold and unfriendly to those standing outside
appearing harsh unable to see the landscape within
for it's within our true self unfolds boldly unafraid
to own the tenderness the growth lush and succulent
tendrils creeping up the walls, sometimes reaching 
across with tendrils of blossoms as we learn to 
own our mistakes overcome them and grow into ourselves
growing wiser with age more accepting of who we are
more certain of our place in the world we cautiously 
crack open the secret door allowing those who care
enough to enter and see us for who we truly are
embracing us despite our imperfections and thorny bits
allowing us to grow further yet to bloom and thrive 
entrusting our tender inner landscape to those dear
to us their care and tenderness enriching our days
their love and concern fertilizing encouraging growth
even on days when dark memories shade the paths of our
inner world we know that the sun will return
once more illuminating the hidden landscape within

Prompt: The Inner Landscape
My inner landscape is filled to the brim
with valleys and hills slim paths leading
from ordinary moments to moments of magic
filled to overflowing with visions of fancy 
balancing an outside world not always whimsical
but here in the hills and dales of the 
inner landscape fantasy abounds allowing ordinary
moments in a day to be transformed into something
extraordinary filled with special magic where
warty garden toads with solemn golden eyes turn
into charming princes only waiting to be kissed 
thus breaking the wicked spell of the black witch
or revisiting tales of splendid Toad Hall
it's walls hanging with the family portraits
of aquatic ancestors gone but not forgotten
our inner landscapes filled with words and
fantasies that see us through embellishing
most any a day and connecting us to other 
kindred spirits whose inner landscapes too are
lush and full of wonder waiting to be shared
may our inner landscapes be places of wonder and 
joy filled to the brim thus blessing our days


Six Word Saturday Duet
Drops of amber
silver pagodas

Fuzzy bees
playfully tickle
fuzzy lambs

Mother's Day
Thriving chick
fuzzy no more
stands tall
on the rim of 
the large nest
soon untried 
wings will spread
ready to fly
testament to a
mother's tender
care nurturing
and protecting 
thus ensuring
a bright future

 First Tanka attempt
Torn away swiftly
familiar world left behind
too small to understand
workings of the adult mind
still remembering the fear
Grown up at last
having left sadness behind
nurturing myself
holding dear to my heart
only sweet memories now

Six Word Saturday Tribute to B.B. King
Feeling blue
Heaven's gain
our loss

Wendy's Wish
exotic transplant
settles comfortably
nourished with tender love
allowing new roots to go deeply
she's unfolding most brilliantly
aglow with the look of love vivid
proof that some dreams do come true

Prompt : RIGHT NOW!
Right now I wish I could sit
once again on the sand
by the silvery sea listening
to the breaking of the waves
Right now I wish I could hear
the calling of the gulls
inhale the sharp salty air
fog slowly giving way to sunshine
Right now I want to get up
walk toward town watch the otters
play listen to the sea lions
bark while laying on the docks
Right now I wish I were there
re-visiting my old hometown
enjoying  delectable pastries
 while sipping coffee near the sea

Right now...
Elegant trumpets turn
eager to intercept the slightest
whispers brought on the rising wind
finding it's way up the nearby canyon
in the distance first rumbles are heard
afternoon thunderstorm slowly approaches
sultry air lays heavily skies turning a bruised black
will the storm find us bringing with it precious moisture
or will it pass by once again leaving the thirsty land parched

Heart still pumping wildly
legs trembling we're back
sparkling creek rushes along
below us our wet panting dogs
racing in front of us effervescent
with joy they shed droplets of water
right now our hearts filled to the brim
with the sheer joy of being alive in this place
at this time early morning's sunny face shining on us
urging us on the message is clear CARPE DIEM..and we did

Prompt: Roots
My roots run deep
snaking along blindly
beneath the continent
making their way
across thousands of miles
even the sea cannot stop
them in their journey
the yearning to return again
to the land where I was born
and raised a place of early
memories both good and bad
my roots run deep and now
in aging they tug at me
not always gently urging
me to return once again
to the land where my story
began so many years ago
yet here too on this land
where I have lived the
longest ever in one place
my roots have settled
having found a place to be
even to grow and thrive
if only I could grow in
both places but in a way
really I am because each time
my journey takes me across
the sea once again my roots
sing to me all the way home
my roots run deep..........

Culinary Roots
This morning I woke
feeling the need
to celebrate my roots
in a culinary way
Delectable Pfannkuchen
childhood favorite
made with a twist
thus making them my own
Thin delicate layers glisten
embellished today with
berries tasty apricot jam
and tart lingonberry sauce
Dash of Cinnamon Sugar
added a touch of spice
dollop of Maple Syrup
added glistening delight
Eating on the terrace
sweet bird song trilling
my continental roots
were joyfully celebrated

Minimal Monday
Slightly machiavellian
shimmering jewel
such deadly patience

Satiny chamber
holding within
grave danger
this courtier
cloaked splendidly
in peridot silk
patiently sits
watching the world
waiting for that
one careless reveler
mindlessly humming
along please bee-ware!

This Linden tree-it's roots
tethered deeply in the California
soil yet every May it brings
with it memories of a childhood
far away as waves of sweet scent
send fragrant tendrils through
the garden standing beneath it's
heavily blooming crown alive
with the humming of hundreds of bees
it takes me swiftly back in time
sweet connection to a childhood left
long ago when we walked along under
the Linden whose branches reached
across the streets creating cool shade
scent rising high up into the sky
laden with that same sweet bounty
even now songs we sang back then
come to me rising on the scented breeze
winding their sweet melody into my
heart and soul leaving me humming
along singing my nostalgic own song

My roots on the maternal side
are cloaked in mystery but on 
the paternal side I can trace
a few stray strands back in time
gazing upon the wedding portrait
of my grandparents taken in 1902
searching Katarina's solemn face
for a sliver of recognition
is it only her love of cooking
she shared with me or maybe
her impatience at times shown
in bursts of the fiery temper she 
was known for according to dad
all that remains of her now is this
small image of her gently holding
me in her arms gazing down 
alas she was gone too soon
my memories of her faded along
with the now blurred images
yet the connection remains
reaching back into time I am 
still tethered to the past
my roots connected to those
who came before whether I know
their names or not whether
my memories are fading or not
we're still deeply connected 
our roots made of the same stuff
carrying deep within us a tiny
piece of all long gone now lost
in the mists of time yet still
a part of them lives on within us


Like a small golden moon
turning a pale cheek
toward the morning sun
feeling sun's warm kiss
young nectarine blushes
moving another day closer
to succulent perfection