Last Day of Summer

On the last day of summerlet me not forget the cardinal familythat flits through dogwood to the maple orshadow dancing of full-leaved trees in the breeze Let me notice while I can thedinner-plate-sized hibiscus blooms,echinacea of the same magenta hue, andPainted Lady butterflies feasting on Queen Anne’s lace Let me remember bats darting for mosquitoes,fireflies … More Last Day of Summer

Equanimity

night sky pricked with stars likelihood that I will see waning crescent moon ~ appear in the celestial dome ~ night sky greyed with clouds likelihood that I will feel cooling summer night Photo by Benjamin Voros courtesy of Unsplash

Cool Heat

Baggy shorts, jammies top bare feet, messy bun ceiling-fan breeze on my neck sipping lemon water Watching neighbor’s sprinkler make prisms on wet grass trying to enjoy the heat longed for last December What a cool cool way to spend this hot, hot summer day To all my friends and family in the Pacific Northwest, … More Cool Heat

Illogical

There is no logic here concerning when joyful words are waterfalls or when clogged up words stay out of reach There is no logic here concerning when melancholy floods my spirit or when gratitude electrifies my cells There is no logic here concerning when isolation ennui conquers curiosity or when crafting a poem outweighs reading … More Illogical

How to Practice Contentment

Wander through the Queen Anne’s lace where discontent dissolves into the joy of tender textures Meander through the elbow of the path by fields splashed golden and vermilion dotted by moss covered stones Learn from turtles meditating on sunny floating logs content to not be elsewhere Both photos from my personal collection

Moonscape

When I look into the night sky can I see the moon beyond gibbous or crescent, beyond waxing or waning? Can I savor a micro new moon as much as a lunar eclipse or the strawberry moon of June? Can I view the experience beyond expectations and labels as the unique manifestation that it is? … More Moonscape

Lightning Luminaires

Tiny fleeting spotlights disappear as they arise not beaming to illuminate stars upon a stage but briefly shining light upon a myriad of ordinary moments lived in untamed fields on summer nights  Day Twenty-three prompt: Write a poem about an animal. I chose to write about fireflies or lightning bugs as we called them when I … More Lightning Luminaires