Tree branches remember leaves they once held. Moon remembers its path across the sky. Clouds remember what it is like to disappear. Grass remembers green and always returns to it. The pen remembers ink it once held and how that ink has turned into words. Words remember what they were before they were thought. Cup remembers the silence of being empty. Table … More MEMORY – by guest poet, Penny Hackett-Evans
storm clouds hide full moon veiled, yet faith believes clouds part, enlightened Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak courtesy of Unsplash
“Notice my creation for you,” god keeps reminding me through soft wind whispers. So, I notice the way dark lines of empty branches thrust themselves against the soft blue sky. I notice how creation is over the top with variety, squirrels black, red, and grey fluffy tails or wispy ones, symphonies of bird songs each … More Love Poems
cool August morning prelude to hot afternoon ephemeral breeze Graphic is an original watercolor painting.
Beetle died on the patio table big guy, looking strong Brought him into the kitchen propped him up on a shot glass Reminds me life is short Take your shot when you can Photo from my personal collection
Cardinal in the garden Blue jay in the dogwood Cardinal flies to a maple branch Her mate joins her from nowhere Jay disappears into oak leaves Woodpecker appears on a tree trunk I have no control over when Life swoops in and out of my window view I also have no control over when Conditions … More Swoop
Sunrise reminds me of the impermanence of nature as do the cycles of the moon This morning, a thin lunar sliver, a waning crescent stands watch from above as sunrise colors fill the horizon With my attention on the glory of the sunrise I don’t notice the moon disappear Did she rise above the frame … More Moonrise, Moonset
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
Colors, spirited in autumn array roar out to us acknowledgement that winter soon will be whooshing in with callow shadows and chill But don’t despair, dear one, autumn is a lucid whisper that all of life is mortal that all of nature turns Beauty is enhanced when we accept its ephemeral nature let us treasure … More Autumn’s Portent
Call me Queen Anne’s lace, wildflower of convention thriving outside tidy gardens Call me Bitter Root supporting lacy blooms nourishing but also pungent Call me Ephemeral my daintiness short lived till curling up inside myself Call me Tenacity I’ll bloom again once more Rid yourself of me? Not a chance Top photo from my … More Queen Anne’s Lace
Wind Rush 