Ruby Throated
whirring fluttering transparent whisps on the wind sequined grace iridescent defies the p u l l of ordinary Continue reading Ruby Throated
Tag: Nature
3 Day Old Camellia
in all its imperfect perfection. Continue reading 3 Day Old Camellia
Morning Meditation 3.19.14
Song and Dance The moist, fertile breath of March cools my morning face Sparrows cut a ruckus, wings akimbo, in the palm tree while golden honeybees float between pear blossoms, a mini ballet A glint of red in an azure sky, Coast Guard chopper jitterbugs overhead among the lazy background bustle of the city, it all melds together, an outdoor theater for my pleasured senses. Continue reading Morning Meditation 3.19.14
Rainy Hazy Day
I love rainy days. I’m always more introspective when it rains and it makes me want to write. Rainy days are complex. Like snowflakes, no two rainy days are the same. They can be stormy, wind-driven howls from hell or sprinkly with tiny bits of water lightly landing on eyelids and cheeks or a steady soak, slaking a thirsty earth. Rainy days are the unpredictable girls, moods shifting from happy to enraged in the blink of an eye. Sunny days are the girl next door, constant in temperament, always with a smiling face. When I was a child I lived … Continue reading Rainy Hazy Day
Late in the Day
wafting curtains pushed by the wind glow in the rays of the late afternoon sun the call of the cicadas echo, rising and falling, a shrillness fading to murmurs a helicopter flies overhead, a shadow on earth’s drowsy landscape the in-between time rides a current of nonchalance ______________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community of poets who share their work and support each other. Continue reading Late in the Day
Morning Meditation 9.22.13
the air is sticky as a licked stamp clouds the color of wartime mud water falls over slickend stone into a pool of yellow pock marked leaves and bits of twig, nature’s face is sobersided Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.22.13
Morning Meditation
grey damp waiting air bamboo canes lightly clatter storm brews in the Gulf Continue reading Morning Meditation
Backyard Haiku
Dogs and cat frolic Locusts sing in harmony Garden theatre Continue reading Backyard Haiku
Demons & Angels on an August Morning
August is my least favorite month. I anticipate it with dread. August is a long stretch of steamy melancholy, the month of Katrina, Gustav and Isaac amplifying thoughts of evacuation, endurance and plagues thrown down upon us. August is the month of monitoring the waves off Africa, of getting serious about stockpiling water and food, of closing the storm shutters and battening down the hatches, of deciding whether to stay or go. It’s the month we evacuated three different times, of wall to wall traffic, of driving like hell into the unknown and worrying about the left behind. It’s the … Continue reading Demons & Angels on an August Morning
Luminosity
texture air and light a thousand worlds unfurl rising in golden dust mornings blue and solace soft loll in velvet intangible prayers exalted Continue reading Luminosity
