Thursday, October 1, 2015


First day of October
brilliant face glows
promise of the golden
season now upon us
vivid rich treasure
warms the heart 
on these cooler
days of autumn
shorter yes but 
 oh so sweet....

I love you because you light
up the darkest night
even the oceans cannot resist
your gentle pull as you
nudge along the tides to rise
with silvered waves hissing upon
beaches laying still beneath
your watchful steadfast gaze
how can mere mortals resist
your lunar charms as you
tempt us from our warm beds
eager to walk the night garden
illuminated here shadowed there
full of magic these nights
as you wax night after night
sometimes I get melancholy
when you slip away out of
sight yet happy knowing
that others on the other side
of the globe will soon
walk under the same blessed
light I love you because
you invite all of the world
to gaze up together....united

I love you because...I know you prefer
staying in bed late on cool mornings
now that you are finally retired
yet here you are up at the crack of
dawn making my tea and toast
keeping me company as I take one pill
after another until the dish is
empty cheering me on walking by
my side  on the journey to wellness
I love you because of that and many
other reasons as well dear husband of mine

Sunday, September 13, 2015


Blessed solitude
as once again
I tread familiar paths
beneath dark velvet skies
my feet remembering 
each turn as I drift along
enveloped in night's cloak
breathing in deeply 
city streets teaming with 
harried crowds left far behind
my heart slows it seems
resuming a more peaceful beat
stars once again shine brightly
infinite in numbers undimmed
by blazing city lights
insomnia never seemed so sweet
as I walk the night in solitude
back in the country once again
with only sweet cricket song
breaking the night's silence
this is where I belong.....

she emerges
above the roofs
gazing down golden eyed

Full Moon
her heart
the city laying
silently at her feet


Sitting with silence
I wait for the words
knowing they are there
within reach yet strangely
elusive unable to capture
their essence just yet
as I am slowly settling in
adjusting to this different
cadence of daily life
far from busy city noise
back to country silence
finding sacred moments
where nature seems to hold
her breath and all I hear
is the rushing of blood
in my ears assuring me
that all is well within
for now I sit patiently
hoping that soon once again
words will whisper then
sing spilling freely onto
the page but for now
I wait sitting with silence

Sitting with silence
as night is falling
trailing diaphanous
veils over Luna's
glowing face
night's velvet gown
glimmers with
countless diamonds
nature's richness
enchants us on this
first night of the
golden season
nature's palette will
change spilling sumptuous
baroque colors
over the grateful land
last celebration
before season's wheel
turns yet again
to the season of rest....

with silence
watching summer slowly
make way for autumn high above blue
icy skies down below warm vibrant glow
in a parking lot sitting with silence here
  paradise was  paved over long ago yet
 nature's beauty reigns even here in this
 asphalt wasteland slowly
angry car horns fade

There are days
when I can feel
my early roots
tugging at me so
strongly that I get
the feeling they are
calling me home to
a place that still
lives within after
more than four decades
a place deeply rooted
in my mind where lush
green meadows and deep
dark forest grow as they
did in my youth long
ago a place where pert
red squirrels scamper
plump mushrooms scent
dark fairytale woods
thick pillows of moss
thrive inviting cushions
perfect for daydreaming girls
yielding I close my eyes
allowing the tug to call
me home...for just a moment

Sitting with silence
gently swinging
in the night garden
gazing up at Luna
rising nearly full
last night as we sat
swinging to and fro
when suddenly my
thoughts turned briefly
to E.T. calling home
where did that
message come from??

Slipping out of my
warm cocoon
into the cool dawn
anxious to capture
Luna to hold her
keep her from leaving
so soon for just one
moment she was trapped
her golden light
held within the lantern
glowing brightly
but swiftly she slipped
her bonds breaking
free hurrying over
the mountains to dip
her glowing face
into the silvery sea
far away out of sight.....

Saturday, August 1, 2015


blazing through
layers of clouds
draped seductively in veils


Her mind races
trying to keep
track of all
that needs doing
like a squirrel
racing along
climbing the tall
tree of possibility
alas she missed
the opportunity
to get it right
in the end it leaves
her sitting up
there high in the
canopy her tail
twitching annoyed
at having dropped
that vital nugget
of information
then a new thought
comes along
and off she goes
hopefully into
the right direction....

Sunday at Turtle Bay
exploring the river
daydreaming of Monet

At the gloaming
fire glazed sky
the scent of smoke

Sunflower learned her
lesson the hard way
her upper leaves scorched
by the sun she'd adored
followed faithfully each
day now her face is
turned stubbornly toward
the East all day long
one late bee her only
companion as the sun she
once loved sets unseen
her worship cost her dearly
sun is a giver of life
yet can also damage those
staring into his brilliant
face beyond repair
yet still sunflower blooms
golden rays surrounding
her lovely round face

Six Word Saturday
Setting sun
magic orb
smoke kissed

Through dripping ink
branches scarlet
haloed sun sets at
last first cicada
tune up as bats flap
overhead on leathery
wings night falls
swiftly light breeze
comes up the canyon
stirring the cooler
air we breathe a sigh
of relief another hot
day survived..BREATHE!!

Letting go of the past
wild rapids which
often left me reeling
learning lessons
from the water which
tumbles along so
joyfully burbling
along full of life
motion and beauty
not letting any
obstacle stop or slow
it's journey determined
to meander along at
times leisurely sometimes
fast but always moving
forward letting go
moving on just like
life we let go
move on lest we
get stuck in a stagnant
pool of endless
regrets and sorrow
so letting go
learning the lesson
taught so well by nature

Last night once again
the skies were on fire
first Sol sunk
fretfully into thick
layers of smoke
then after night
fell gently first
stars appeared in the
darkening skies above
dare we hope viewing
the Perseids after all
now that skies are clear
hopefully we set up
chair and hammock
in the driveway tucked
snug in cozy blankets looking
up at the Milky Way flowing
high above our heads
patiently waiting soon
rewarded by first
streaks hurtling across
the sky one after another
in the stillness of
the night we could almost
imagine the loud roaring
as they skipped across
entering the atmosphere
never will we forget
that huge one streaking
for miles then a brief
burst of fire seen even
down here with naked eyes
leaving in it's wake
only the tail hanging
in the sky as if forgotten
then it too vaporized
through it all the infinite
universe appeared to be humming
as I recorded the wonders
in the camera of my mind....


Prompt: Fictionalise yourself
Not sure if I'd have a new name
will have to think on that
but I know for sure my hair
would be wonderfully red
and curly and my eyes would
be leaf green with a twinkle
in them and of course I'd
be really brave probably
riding a purple Harley down Hwy 1
overlooking the coast
roaring toward Big Sur on
my way to my animal shelter
tucked away under the trees
filled with dogs and cats
unwanted by some but loved
and cared for by myself
and a staff of helpers
who too might well have been
unwanted out there but
have now found their forever
homes in tidy little cabins
snuggled in the forest
along with all the animals
in their care because
what's a book or movie
without a Happy Ending??

Celestial hot flash
fire kissed Luna
feeling the heat

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


Wistful Wednesday
As blistering hot days
find us day after day
each seemingly hotter
then the one before our
yearning for cool crisp
autumn days gets stronger
and stronger with each
passing day our yearning
for the scent of crushed
fallen leaves beneath
our feet the heady aroma
of wood fires drifting
through bare branches
sunshine now soft and
golden spilling like honey
welcome no longer
enemy but welcome friend
for now we battle on
keeping cool keeping our
garden green and alive
but soon oh yes soon
those splendid days will
find us once again
bringing ease and peace
we'll sit spooning
hot hearty soups
keeping heart and hearth
warm settling by
the fire book in hand....

To the south of us
fire dragon
scorches the land
blazing it's
fiery trail
through the
few can escape
it's fury
even from here
we can see
it's ash laden breath
draped across
the evening sky
small souls
lost now adrift
on their last
journey skyward........


You don't really know me
don't know the reason
why don't know the struggles
I've endured
don't know the reason
why I am armored
often seen as harsh
yet full of tender
feelings of needs
the very same as yours
of wounds that
might need healing
don't know the reason
that have made me
exactly who I am
but surely we can
bridge the gap
accept each other
be a friend
celebrate our
strengths together
focus on the good
don't know a reason
we can't walk together
blessed and understood

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