Two sandhill cranes graced my yardPranced their annual gift, unruffledKnees high with each graceful stepBeaks uplifted in stately postureWere they parading their beauty for me? No, mating season trek The NaPoWriMo prompt today was to write in the poetic form of sijo. I used poetic license to play around with the syllables a bit. Photo … More Annual Gift
I sat in the glider outside this morning To begin my meditation Birds’ songs and squawks filled the air A single feather rocked back and forth As it journeyed from a tall tree To land on the glider beside me It was not symmetrical Yet was still in good shape Blue and white tipped in … More Feather
Sunshine, a welcome gift after brutal weather What secrets lie beneath the ground? Crocus This example of a Crapsey Cinquain is inspired by Abigail Gronway at Dark Side of the Moon. Top photo taken today in my front garden. Lower photo taken of the same garden in April of 2016.
What? No SweetHeart candies this year! Read why at Candy lovers will have to find a new way to express their love. Here is one suggestion I’ll offer: Top photo by Laura Ockel courtesy of Unsplash.
Catapult me into joy – oh, leaves in brief suspension before swaying down to earth oh, clouds that paint a full moon with broad brush strokes oh, freedom of loose hair blown back by sudden breeze oh, whiff of campfire memories clinging on my shirt Amidst mundane moments I glimpse these jewels of bliss, intimate … More Catapulting Into Joy
This is the day emerging without any sort of plan a day to make acquaintance again with a self you’d almost forgotten the self you once knew well that’s been covered by the ruckus of doing This is the day drifting to the gentle current of stillness where you hear the solo birdsong backed by … More Gift of Solitude
For years on my birthday a package arrived, Two or three heirloom iris bulbs selected After pouring over catalogs during summer When I’d visit my gardening friend An autumn birthday is a perfect time For planting bulbs for summer An exercise in patience For both me and the bulbs Just as lilac purple is spent … More For Pam
Light is a gift to the sky Air is a gift to voice Talk is a gift to friendship Handholding gifts a stroll Hiking is a gift to a home Roofs are gifts to migrating flocks Birds are gifts to the heavens The sky is a gift to light Image is an original photo … More Present Cycle
At dawn I walked in the park toward the bridge connecting a lake and a creek. In the lake a flock of mallards were swimming a circle dance, dipping to bathe then stretching their necks, waving their wings then shaking tail feathers all while quacking and splashing in circles. I leaned on the railing, the … More Bridge World
On April 6, 1921 my dad, Coy Smith, Jr., was born. He would be 95 today but he never lived to be as old as I am today. My dad encouraged me to try new things and like all children, I often struggled with beginner blues. He used to say, “LuAnne, nothing … More Never As Old As I Am Today