Poem in Formidable Woman Sanctuary
Many thanks to D Ellis Phelps for publishing my poem, “Wild Things”, in her wonderful Formidable Woman Sanctuary. Continue reading Poem in Formidable Woman Sanctuary
Tag: Nature
NaPoWriMo & Something Small, Every Day: Spring Morning
Spring MorningUnfolds as soft as the lushestcashmere, a light breezeflows over skin as cool and sweetas the clearest, most virgin waterat the beginning of time.Squirrels, birds, and tiny insectschatter, tweet, and wiggle in adoringluxury where time matters not at allexcept in anticipation of tomorrow’s dawn.NaPoWriMo 4/23/25 – 9:45 am sitting on the patio with Buddy Continue reading NaPoWriMo & Something Small, Every Day: Spring Morning
Something Small, Every Day (or so): Spring Soak
Spring Soakbirds breeze overhappy wanderbetween root and tendrilspirited song thickly moistgreen and freshseeding a sanctuaryfor a long sweet spring Spring is here and bees are buzzin’. I am here for it! Poem created via the Magnetic Poetry Kit online. My “Something Small, Every Day (or so)” series is inspired by Austin Kleon’s piece here where he says, “Building a body of work (or a life) is all about the slow accumulation of a day’s worth of effort over time.” Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Spring Soak
Something Small, Every Day (or so): Untitled Haiku
Seaside and hillsideBeautiful toughness persistsShowing us the way I like to look through the Public Domain Image Archive for creative inspiration and just because it’s so interesting. This image of Callystegia soldanella, the Beach Morning Glory, caught my eye today. … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Untitled Haiku
Something Small, Every Day (or so): On This February Day
On This February DayReaching 30 feet into the skygreen tips peek out from the giant bamboonaked as it is fromthe Winter’s bite reminding me that when all my bits feeldry and crispyrenewal is always insidewaiting to emerge My “Something Small, … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): On This February Day
Something Small, Every Day (or so): Dynamics
DynamicsThe spiderwort is long goneand was even before youBut I think of it oftenThe radiance of its blueso intense it seemed it might blastinto the skya dynamic botanical rocket as youwere a dynamic human beingBoth of you long gone from … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Dynamics
Something Small, Every Day (or so): Unconfined
The source for this erasure poem is “Spontaneous Revolutions” Darwin’s Diagrams of Plant Movement by Natalie Lawrence in The Public Domain Review. The essay examines a chapter in Darwin’s research to create a way to make movement of plant life visible to the naked eye. The essay is not very long and is utterly fascinating if you’re interested in botany or gardening. The 1843 illustration below is of the wild mock cucumber which is the plant Darwin used for his observations. My “Something Small, Every Day (or so)” series is inspired by Austin Kleon’s piece here where he says, “Building a … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Unconfined
Something Small, Every Day (or so): To the Little British Girl
To the Little British Girl on Gardener’s World who grew her first garden this year. Your tour of the garden was just what my tired and sad eyes needed this morning. Walking the garden in your pink wellies, you proudly showed the dahlias you grew from seed, the roses you rescued from black spot, tending them with care and fresh compost, the tomatoes (toe-mah-toes) and peppers bursting with life, and everything you declared as “lovely”. Little British girl, you are lovelier than the loveliest flower. Your delight is contagious and a reminder to observe the small things, to nurture the … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): To the Little British Girl
There is a humming
in the camellia, her rosy globesare shining beacons on this chillymorning. I take a step back and observe scores of honey bees flowing like liquid gold from bloom to bloom, multiples feasting togetheron a gluttony of pollen-laden lollipops. Tiny legs … Continue reading There is a humming
Morning Meditation: November 22, 2024
The November breeze wafts throughmy window, a long lick across my faceof moisture more productive than anyexpensive cream advertised in slickfashion magazines. What I’ve learnedis, all the promises of wrinkle-freeskin come down to our empty handsand a stream of money in their pockets. Instead, I embrace my hard-earned lines and the sweet caress of nature. Continue reading Morning Meditation: November 22, 2024
