Hearts of the Rose
Shakespeare once wrote: “Of all flowers, methinks Rose is best.” But, still, I think there is a beauty when rose petals are at rest The Rose...
Grandads Botanical Garden
It’s funny the memories I thought carefully tucked away came to life for a few brief moments on a quietRainy day A faint glimmer of red and goldMy brain tries hard to unfold Ears of corn, some yellow, some redIndian corn, my grandad simply said I remember I thought he was...
A Hillside View
There’s a cabin on a hillside ridgepast the old weathered wooden bridge The view of a green valley belowWith wildflowers being my show A creek nearby with clear waterTime flies fast, and it doesn’t matter Planting seeds for a feast to reapThe smell of rich dirt your nostrils keep Each day...
In the Crook of the Oak tree
Sitting in the crook of a treequietly Hiding, so no one sees me Life is happening all aroundMy happy smile Finally, I found I’m not sure where she’s been hidingI lost myself and stopped confiding Years of hoping and always trustingTime moves too fast; don’t sit rusting climb down and face...
Oak Tree Swing
A rope swing hanging from an old oak treeWhen I spied idle dandling there, it inspired a desire in me My dad had hung it there when I was a littlegirlI can still hear his laughter as he watched mybouncy curls I swung so many days with no earthly cares at...
Trains
There’s a haunting sound of the train on the tracksConstantly rolling down the line, Then races right back That Chug a chug a soundrolling on thin metal, shaking the ground the train car loaded with the graincausing the echoing of that sad refrain The whistle blows as she goes moving alongshattering...
Missing Grandad
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...
Life’s Mirror
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...
Trees Whispering
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...
