Hot Kitchen
Peppers in my fingers Salsa in my feet Kitchen’s hot for dancing Summer ups the heat Photo courtesy of Pixabay
Peppers in my fingers Salsa in my feet Kitchen’s hot for dancing Summer ups the heat Photo courtesy of Pixabay
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
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
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
“Kings in the Corner” “No, Hand and Foot” “Oh, Hell. Let’s play Oh, Hell” — Oh, hell is right, they’ll never decide what to play “Let’s all go to the beach” “No, let’s swim in the pool” “Way too hot” – “It’s too sandy” — We’re on a Mexican beach for … More Extended Family Vacation
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
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
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.
A dry spell left the grass brown. Yet in the dark of the early morning, renaissance rains nourished the fields. A new scent followed the thunderstorm this morning. Revival filled the air, cool and pleasant to imbibe for both creatures and the foliage. Dusty earth dampened Droplets cling on spiders’ webs Gifts of petrichor … More After the Rain [haibun]
Summer says… “I give you barefoot walks on dewy morning grass. I give you pink hibiscus blooming large as dinner plates. I give you ripe cherries that stain your fingers crimson. I give you dancing shadows as wind blows full-leaved trees. I give you lingering daylight to warm your upturned face.” Happy Summer … More Summer Solstice