My granddad told me stories aboutWay back whenOf when to let things go and whenI should defend He taught me things about theplanting of a fieldThe way the garden grows and howit gives its yield The names of all the plants and varieties ofcolorful flowersI still recall when ugly Feelings come...
Indian paints, tulips, and butterfliesThrough my lens, colorful passerbys Orange, purple, pinks, and yellowsSome are Miss’s, and some are fellows Majestic purples, fiery oranges, volcanic redsbutterflies hovering above milkweeds head Quickly capture their acting daystomorrow is too late to catch their ways Please don’t pass it by, don’t hidelife is a...
There is a beauty in life unheardIntriguing sounds without a spoken word I look around at the beautiful treesbending swaying, moving with ease They have a plan; they’re going somewherestarting over every year without a care the birds of heaven flying highthe picturesque look makes me sigh even the birds work...
The things that bug meYou cannot always see The most enjoyable natural soundsin the quietest of places Are found They are never absent or delinquent.unbeknownst to each other, ideally in sync Nature harmonizes as if in a concert auditorium.The countryside is where their acoustics house them They are an architectural wonder...
when I was a young girl, people caused me to cryAs I think back to my childhood, I’m not even sure why What I remember are those words my dad alwaysofferedHe would sit me in his lap, look into my eyes to make sure I heard Molly Bee, whatever happened, let...
I will meet you down the hillpast the old bridgeWhere the Jasmine is in full bloomat the end of the ridge Let’s run together to our sandy bottomcreek bankClimb on our rock, feet in the water together sink Lay back and look up At the cornflower blue skyNeither of us speaks;...
I was sitting in the golf cart with Noah one afternoon, and we were watching Papa and Noah’s dad golfing. Out of the blue, Noah looked over at an area behind the course where he, Katy, and James disappeared to play.They referred to it as their mud Pit. When it would...
He shows up at your house one fine morningA lion softly roars, but Now not for warning You run outside and Plop down at his sideHe tips his head, and his big eyes open wide Your hand reaches up to rub his thick maneHe lets out a soft purr. The lion...
If you have a memory in your brain that keeps returningSomething clear and distinct and leaves you yearning It brings a smile you feel on your face and insidePlease close your eyes and bring it out. It’s ok not to hide A Recuring memory of a simple day and timeI play...
An acrid smellPermeates the air He stands errectas the wind whips his hair On the tongue, a taste of saltThe clouds in the sky nowa stormy cobalt A massive stormy event aheadDistance and size unsure,you experience dread A tear in the Material Plane is seenWater violently, poursinto the sea of green...
