Mandolin Wishes

Mandolin wishes may stream like rose-colored dawns that unfold on a wistful breeze Bliss of a kiss may float to clouds gather with other kisses or linger on lips in glistening delight Dappled memories may contain peppers of hurt and fear but life like the moon cycle shines joy with her fullness   Photo of … More Mandolin Wishes

Sunrise, Sunset

Growth Sunrise today is underwhelming at least as far as colors are concerned yet my kitty and I still sit on the window seat to watch the light grow and grow and grow every moment eternal every moment finite Sunset Haiku “Feed me please,” she purrs, “by the back window because sunset’s blaze soon fades.” … More Sunrise, Sunset

For Billy

I usually prefer short poems with their bright burst of enlightenment like finger-of-god sun rays that suddenly pierce the clouds But I savor your longer poems that touch me from years and miles away as a growing dawn developing into a sunburst that I should have expected but always find me surprised For more on … More For Billy

Lavender Roses

Lavender roses and columbine in my garden they call home are content in their rooted destiny, rejoice in release from dark soil At sunrise on my own accord I walk outside to smell their sweetness, the flowers meditate with me and teach me their scented dharma   Top photo courtesy of Pixabay

Moon Morning

I. A full moon plays peek-a-boo among the trees before tucking herself under the covers of the horizon II. Super moonset in the west brightens snow like day Sunrise in the east paints watercolor clouds III. How can moonset and sunrise be in such proximity that I look out one window to see day beginning … More Moon Morning

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

Dawn’s Plea

Sparkles dance when fingers brush against a frosty pane The wind catcher spins below while bare limbs sway above  A black lab rests unmovable beneath a rocking truck Fog ignores Dawn’s plea to lift till Wind pushes the issue   Graphic by Annie Spratt courtesy of Unsplash

Ephemeral Gifts

I breathe the salmon pink and golden peach of sunrise before retreating to my meditation cushion where thoughts pierce my silence then dissolve I hear the chime to find a sunrise that has morphed into a full blue wispy sky of morning Grateful to have noticed the sunrise of my thoughts a reminder to embrace … More Ephemeral Gifts