Thursday, December 1, 2016


First of December
cold north wind
flurries of 

Knitting a cap
brilliant warm colors
so toasty

North wind teases
warm cap put to the test
toasty ears smile

Searching for light
in the gathering darkness
sunset's grace note


Wake of buzzards
embroiders red gold morning sky

For Lisa
Slipping away
on angel wings
her light shines on

Cold nose day
spicy potsticker soup
rescue me

Just like a child
catching snowflakes on my tongue
winter wonderland

Winter Rose
bows her head
Snow King arrived suddenly
this morning her cheeks were rosy
his kiss might well be the kiss of death


Cafe au lait
golden milk laced
a votre sante

Thursday, November 3, 2016


Dripping beauty
such glorious colors
autumn delight

First bare branches
herald winter
still quietly waiting
in the wings for now
sunset chill enfolds us

Early morning dew
gathered delicately
strung like fairy jewels
simple beauty found twinkling
enchanting the dog yard this morn

On a slight breeze
one by one they twirl down gracefully
languid golden dance
ballerinas could not perform
dance of the leaves with more elegance


Writing Prompt:  Belonging


Belonging......such an elusive feeling
Belonging..........always just out of reach one moment gone the next
Belonging.........will I ever truly belong anywhere
Belonging..........deep longing for just that every day
Belonging......embraced by nature filling the deep void
Belonging........nature the place where I feel I  truly belong

Hope shines brightly
pushing aside all fears
this moment of peace

L  uminous
         U  tterly beautiful
                 N  atural mends hearts
                              A  lways illuminating the dark

 R   ight now
      I   nner turmoil
     S   ettles at last
      I    nner unease
         N  early forgotten
                               G   iving us hope again          


The word WELTSCHMERZ is special to me
because right now it perfectly describes
for me that heavy feeling that deep ache
knowing that many are walking that path
many are hurting and worried along with us
it is an ache deep in the heart and bone
it is a sense of melancholy leaving us
tired and adrift our world in such chaos
with too much war too much suffering
with too much division too much want
with too much hate too much of too much
there is indeed a collective world pain
shared together as many of us are aching
hoping for peace hoping for human kindness
frantically searching for the silver lining
in the ever growing darkness of a world gone mad....


The word HOPE is special to me
for is it not hope keeping us sane
do we not carry it deep in our hearts
knowing we will need it on the road ahead
is it not hope giving us much needed strength
for shining our light into the gathering darkness??

Be in this moment of beauty
this moment of utter peace
inhaling such sweet fragrance
listening to the hum of life...


Shining a light into the darkness
some days the light grows dim
barely illuminating the shadows
threatening all we hold dear
seeking understanding as to why
not easily finding the answers
yet there are light bearers
together we search out evil
together we unite against wrong
together we support one another
together we keep on hoping
together we shall conquer fear
together we keep on fighting
together we shall win this battle
together we shall cast our light
so very very bright there will
be no place to hide no place
to undo all the good done already
not turning back moving forward
shining a light into the darkness
lest it gather strength and settle
on this great blessed land of ours

Fearing for our future
darkness settles
hot tears leave trails

And though some days we might feel
as if we've been plunged into darkness
still we must reach up toward the light
for we cannot will not dwell in darkness
we must find hope to carry on to thrive
we know the light is there even though
worry causes it to flicker to grow dim
let us be each other's light bearers
together let us carry the torch of hope
let us shine our collective light
finding our way out of the darkness...

Pale green beauty
sumptuous lushness
jeweled droplets tremble
even at the cusp of winter
you shine bravely against the dark

Near the end of the day
twilight reveals
majestic avian trinity
calmly they sit en famille
proud symbol of unity and strength

Illuminating life
slender sliver glows
lunar grace note


First of December
cold north wind
flurries of

Knitting a cap
brilliant warm colors
so toasty

North wind teases
warm cap put to the test
toasty ears smile

Saturday, October 1, 2016


Now they bid each other a tender farewell
having embraced all throughout the year
Plumbago still in the prime of her life
Virginia Creeper starting to color brightly
before dropping scarlet leaves one by one
in all of life there is a season the wheel turns
changes come our way whether we wish it or not.....

First Breath of Season's Wheel turning
delicately breathing moist life
into sleeping moss atop the tiny roof

Above smoldering autumn fire
high repetitive fluting
song sparrow's sweet evensong

Overshadowing world's troubles
nature once again
my daily muse and saving grace

Tiny friend barely two inches
bright eyed he watches
I am watering his whole world

Sometimes finding your joy
can so very difficult
life's challenges the state
of our world can all weigh
us down until we wonder
if joy even still exists
thankfully sometimes it
just pops out at you
when you least expect it
you look up and suddenly
there's a sign in the sky
reminder that even in
our darkest moments
not unlike the dark of
the moon it's been there
all along merely hiding
out of sight for now
so please don't lose heart
from a tiny spark hidden
deep inside joy can burst
back into life once more
if only we are patient
allowing the darkness to pass...

Fierce jaws open wide
revealing hidden splendor
autumn's starry gift

Late autumn gifts
slowly unfurl
this moment of joy

Once again the wind
roared loudly
tearing and tugging
at branches
trees waved wildly
bowed heads
suddenly high above
subtle glow
spread in the sky
she appeared
triumphant once more
most unexpected
she cast her silver light
illuminating brightly
this stormy autumn night
we watched
shivering in the breeze
rising higher
she climbed often her face
nearly obscured
but she looked serene
glowing peacefully
tranquil eye in the storm


Against all odds
fairy tale moon
oak leaf adorned
spreading her lunar magic
on this stormy autumn night

Screaming in fear
humans are near
chainsaws in hand
is this the end??

Prompt: Personal Treasures
My personal treasure
are they not my eyes
for how else would one
find exquisite beauty
nature's bountiful gift
offered freely all around us
focusing very carefully
can we not momentarily
forget world's dark side
lurking in the shadows
breathing heavily attempting
to steal hope for a bright
future yet here they are
these vibrant shining faces
riding out the storm drinking
deeply of welcome autumn rain
gifting us with a brief moment
of respite of renewed hope that
we too will ride out our storms

Just the other morning
waking to a miracle
hours before the storm
a brilliant rainbow
formed in the morning sky
even today the beauty
still lingers in my mind
echo of rich color
warming this cool rainy day


Chosen word: PEACE
Random words: hartal and reflex
As peace seems to be ever elusive
on our chaotic greedy planet
my reflex is to run and hide
yet I know action must be taken
we cannot blind ourselves to
happenings and wrongdoing
we must seek ways to be proactive
but how do we go about it
when so many turn away pretend
they cannot see the wrong
yet together we could practice
hartal ceasing to take part in
corporate greed and avarice
standing together against wrong
by forcing the very hand who
is rapidly destroying our planet
one country after the next stumbles
tumbling down the black hole
of no return yet I strongly feel
it's never too late there is still
time as awareness and light slowly
illuminate more and more souls
seeking  inner peace then radiating
that peace shedding the light of hope
could that perhaps be the only action
needed one by one concentrating the
energy of peace changing the world?

Thursday, September 1, 2016


For Lisa
Sweet Dove
flying free 
escaping pain
Sweet Dove
rising up high on
angel wings
Sweet Dove
her loving legacy
will live on

Pale Celestite blue
maybe angels
leave bluebird feathers

September Eve
landscape subtly aglow
dripping honey

Gathering stones
collecting feathers
mindful moments

And then, just like that...
wings slowly opened
even busy bees seemed
to pause briefly surely
astounded by Painted Lady's
hidden beauty revealed

Under the early morning sun
Friar Tuck smiles serenely
receiving the celestial blessing

PROMPT: What three things will you save in
an emergency such as fire or flood. This
after all the sentient, beloved beings in your life
are safe and sound?
If all else were safe
what on earth
are the most precious
three things
to carry away as well
thought the pack rat
as she scratched her
head looking around
in despair her books
too many to carry
just the thought of
their loss makes
her feel slightly ill
photos oh yes
newly created art
but of course
but in the end
too many treasures
no way to decide
maybe in the end
it will be just her
sanity her serenity
her hope for the
future after losing
so many treasures
gathered over a lifetime...

 August 1997-September 2016

Today Death entered our home
not eagerly awaited
yet invited all the same
for did we not ask the Universe
to spare dear Molly cat
that last trip in the hated
carrier only to be laid
out on a frigid metal table
suffering last indignities
instead he took her doing
our bidding on our terms
while she laid peacefully
in her warm cozy bed
surrounded by love and
familiar voices urging her
to slip away run across
the rainbow bridge taking
with her love and greetings
to all those gone before
once more she'll be well
joyfully playing in the sun
reunited with her siblings
of whom she was the last one....


For nineteen years
she graced the foot of my bed
tonight no small face looked up at me
hot tears slip down my face mourning her loss
even her outraged cries at slow service will be missed.....

Hot Indian Summer afternoon
droning with furry honeybees
Alyssum's sweet temptation

Higher and higher
they rise on wide wings
we too yearn to fly
leaving earthly worries behind
just soaring on the hot current


I am so privileged
that despite frustrations
worries and challenges
still my life is blessed
in so many many ways
sometimes I have to remind
myself of that and give thanks
rather then whine and mope
when so much of the world is
suffering painfully in many
ways hunger wars homelessness
I am so very privileged
counting my blessings daily
while scrolling and seeing
horrors pain and suffering
viewed here yet so far away
feeling totally helpless
empathy is all I can offer
but it's not enough....

Autumn Moon
Not quite full yet
still she dominates
tonight's night sky
rising high swathed in
delicate layers kissed
by flames slowly ascending
her face now glowing golden
illuminating this deliciously
cool crisp night as the wheel
of seasons slowly turns toward autumn....

September creek
shimmering at sunset
mirror of beauty

Early morning beauty
gladdens my heart
sweet buzzing of bees

Prompt: Edward Hooper's "Hotel Room"
Finally she'd arrived, swiftly slipping off her sensible
traveling clothes. She felt so free all of the sudden.
Outside the window she could hear the waves breaking
on the sandy shore, behind her the curtains stirred,
a deliciously cool breeze kissing her hot, bare skin.
Her decision to get away on her own was made suddenly
as the heavy weight of daily chores and endless needs
to be met had gotten to be too just much of late.
She really just needed some time away, time to think.
Sighing she sat on the edge of the bed, thoughtfully
looking at the list she'd written before leaving home,
she realized that what she really needed was to just
let things unfold. No need to stick to pesky schedules
or plans. She was here to just be, to savor time alone.
Though she knew she had wanted to start writing again,
one of the reasons she had given to allow for this trip,
what she really felt like doing was taking long walks
along the beach, hunting for seashells, watching sunsets
then sipping a glass of cool wine while eating meals she
didn't have to plan or cook. Then at the end of the day
slipping under crisp sheets to catch up on her reading.
She crumbled the note in her hands determined to let
her time away be a change of pace, no plans needed.
Samba rhythms now drifted on the breeze, along with the
perfume of lavender and other aromatic flowers she'd
passed on her way to her final destination, this hotel
room. While the beat of the music did tuck at her gently,
still she felt that enjoying this lovely, cool sanctuary
would do quite nicely for now............maybe later?