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

Windrush Drive

Riding my bike one summer day wind in my face as I sail through the streets Thinking of starting a poetry blog focused on simple ephemeral pleasures gifted to me as I sail through my life I notice a street sign not noted before — Windrush Drive — a perfect permanent name for my blog … More Windrush Drive

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

Joie de Vivre

An ocean of leaves wave in a summer breeze splashing my face with a life force that bridges my spirit to tall full trees in August   Photo is an original of trees in my back yard.