Apr 25 2021

true at first light

the color of love
and the scent of sunshine

sweet and sharp
short and poignant

ephemeral

 


Apr 15 2021

pearls

beauty

springs

from the humblest

roots


Apr 14 2021

grandbaby flowers

and smiles at dawn

good morning, sunshine

all along


Apr 11 2021

the view from the corner of pensive and compare

as if it were possible

to live anything

but

the life lived

the moment living

the day dreamed

the evening

revealed


Apr 3 2021

morning story

it’s not that
everything’s rosy

or perfect
(the horror!)

but there are flowers

and sunshine

presiding over tea

and i have this minute
(just the one)

to marvel
at the color
of stamina


Jun 18 2020

all the goodbyes

i refuse to say

hang in my heart

on bits

of knotted thread

and wrinkled ribbon

swaying

in a barely moving breeze

wrought

from distilled smile

and cornered

memory

 


Apr 6 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {6}

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roots

fresh new growth
in tiny green houses

we remember
we cherish
we reminisce
we pine

today, the sun shines
lilac leaves reach
for gold
and warm light

soon
purple scent
will fill
every corner

.

. . . . .

.

here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 5 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {5}

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breaking
ground

as if
we could plant

the seed
that will
save us

.

. . . . .

.

here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Mar 31 2020

the simple sanity
of losing one’s mind

perhaps in a book
or under a rock in a garden
dotted with daffodil

or a path down the side
of a long empty road
dancing sideways and laughing
in that way no one ever
wants to hear

there’s always folding laundry
into perfect measured
squares

or washing dishing
slowly
just as the sun
begins to settle

there are six snowdrops
by the back door

nine crocus

ten thousand leaves

(i counted)

but at night
in a room
filled with ghosts and
fraught silence

there is no way around
this bitter elephant
crushing my chest
and building a home

in the corners
of verity

i see you
eating darkness

feeding fear
and ancient bear

i see you bleeding tears
of collective memory

and you
keep visiting
my dreams

as if

there is something
left
to say

 

 


Apr 26 2017

laying the table
for summer’s picnic

in a brief dawn moment
when i remembered
not to forget

to look down

to notice

three favorite flowers

fritillaria

(a poem in a name)

(a poem of a flower)

and i smiled
all day

.

.

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