*For Momma, age 92 A gorgeous gardenia’s plush petals, posed as stark-white snow clusters, sparkle like diamonds in slanted sun. How glorious to view each petal, marvelously-made, unfolding naturally, dispelling sweetness in springtime’s stunning season. You, my mother at ninety-two, wonderfully-designed by our Maker, are like the gardenia, a floral wonder. Yet, your blooming season […]
Everybody wants to see. Everybody wants to know. Everybody wants to be. Everybody wants to let it go. Everybody wants all the same things. Oh, oh, oh, what the new day brings. We may see. We may know. We may be. We may let it go. What will we find? Peace in your heart and […]
Like a Bradford Pear tree bursting with snowflake puffs on winter’s branch Suddenly comes fast. Like a streetlamp sensing exact timing to turn brightness off, then on Suddenly comes fast. Like a newborn knowing when to arrive with life’s first grasps, first cries Suddenly comes fast. Like a human heart handling skipped beats, the extra […]
A single flower peeks through sidewalk’s seam, embraces o p e n sky. A lonely bloom invites attention to sidewalk’s broken canvas. Pale petals pounce in breezes like flippant flags summoning a startling stare, a second mesmerizing glance. Yellow, like sun’s gold, […]
After the flames, it lingers. A Stone skeleton of columns and floors topiaried in ash. In the doorway, California kneels — a sandpiper on her shoulder, her hair bound with vine leaves and her hands clasped together trembling. In them, the motion of horses running from field to field. Their manes a quivering […]
For Steve. March 8th. Happy Birthday! Stars align each day every night because of stars like You, you, you, you, you, and you. Oh, and you. My life’s sky beams in radiant reflections reminding me all the while in skies dark or bright— there is powerful power in love’s everlasting light.
The other time reaches me here, mirroring tribal things I knew. Catkins quiver on wet pavement — fish wavering near the surface. The cold water ignited by their light. Mist is thrown over the skyline catching pigeons in its breath– a net cast over the shoreline trapping what clings to the morning tide. […]
Weekends Grateful for times Sunrise is unshackled Coffee tastes so much better now There’s a sweet release from the work week’s leash Deadlines on the agenda cease Sip. Want a second cup? Thankful for gifts Weekends
Roses Petaled beauties Dressed in velvet layers Display magnificent colors In May’s majestical flower gardens Sweet perfume permeates warm air Invites us to get close For more sweetness Roses
Now that you have cracked my egg of thought, I will not be complete. I now can be scrambled, basted, steam-basted, over-hard, over-easy, baked, boiled, poached, or sunny-side up. I will not be complete now that you have cracked my egg of thought.