Because I Love

Because I love sunrisesI arise at dawnto view the color symphonywhether fully awake or not Because I love the moonI go outside one morningto find a waning gibbushigh in the 8 o’clock sky Because I love the earthI work to heal her wounds andlet her healing heal mine Photo taken in Troy, MI

Forgotten Poem

I have a poem I want to writecomposed while in the bed last night Planned to write it down at dawnbut overslept and now it’s gone Check out Profound Revelation, a poem I posted in 2015 on a similar topic. Photo by Kinga Cichewicz courtesy of Unsplash

Bespangled Day

Clouds splash dawning skyFootprints dapple noonday snowStars prick through greying nightfallas polka dot joys of my day Graphic from my personal collection

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 poemswith their bright burst of enlightenmentlike finger-of-god sun raysthat suddenly pierce the clouds But I savor your longer poemsthat touch me from years and miles awayas a growing dawn developing into a sunburstthat I should have expectedbut always find me surprised For more on Billy Collins, check out his page 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