Somewhere Between

No matter how tall you grow You’ll never touch the top of the sky No matter how small you are You’ll always be touching the sky Top photo was taken of our back yard trees in summer; the bottom photo is a brood of wood duck chicks that visited our yard in spring. Advertisements

Life as a Poem

I awoke to a windy flood of dawn, fall’s October beginning; I opened the shades, found that last night’s rain fall made flood puddle tunnels throughout the gardens. Before I let the cat out, I checked the tiny tunnel beneath the chipmunk rock, none were playing there this crisp morning. I read a dharma about … More Life as a Poem

Blue Slate Special

The day served up a blue slate special Greens mixed with reds and yellows Against a sapphire sky Topped with a dollop of clouds   Photo was taken at Independence Oaks Park, MI

Colorful Personalities

Emma is the color of blood that seeps through an opened vein. Abby is vanilla like melting ice cream in a bowl. Nora is sepia like Grandma’s chestnut chifforobe. Olivia is yellow like forsythia in spring. Payton is coffee brown with cream and sugar added. I am periwinkle peppered with neon pink. We meet to paint … More Colorful Personalities

Hooptedoodle

Noisy black birds fly across the horizon of my mind Tiny busy ants scurry in all directions inside my head Tangled kudzu vines choke out the focus of creative thought Stop Notice Create a still space think the thought with intent Create another still space before thinking another thought    This poem is about mental … More Hooptedoodle

Everyday Tempos

  tick tock Thich Nhat Hanh a rhythmic metronome, meditation’s cadence tick tock keyboard clicks emerging words reflect expressions of my thoughts tick tock beating heart listen to vibrations pulsing through the cosmos tick tock bedroom clock white noise in my chamber footsteps to a dreamland         Read more about Thich Nhat … More Everyday Tempos

Reflection

When moving forward from time to time I must glance into the mirror of the past Yet if my gaze lingers too long in a reflection of the past I can easily crash and get nowhere at all Photo by LuAnne Holder

August Aubade

Early hours of an August day, Still pleasant in the shady yard Provide the opportunity To be still beneath the trees Eyes closed, bathed in birdsong And crescendos of cicadas I pull into my breathing Listening to earth’s music When opening my eyes, I see A chipmunk by my shoeless feet Eyes meet eyes in … More August Aubade

Joie de Vivre

An ocean of leaves wave in a summer breeze splashing my face with a life force that bridges my spirit to tall full trees in August   Photo is an original of trees in my back yard.    

Ephemeral Blessings

The imperfect path to wonder where you can make a fingerprint in goddust is everywhere; you can enter this path from any place, at any instant When you awaken your awareness to the face of a moment, your spirit can blossom like a bougainvillea in the cool of early morning No need to name the … More Ephemeral Blessings