Surprise!hibiscus bloom in Octoberafter summer’s blooms long gonethis version reinvents a deeper pink Surprise!options for writers to meet on-siteafter 19 months all remotethis version reinvents knowing why we gather The first stanza of this poem was inspired by my friend, Hope Swan, who posted a late-blooming hibiscus in her yard which made me check on … More Reinventing
Surprises unfold in shapes that humble me Thousands of stories serpentine in a dream pond of touching tears Grateful for the photo by LuAnn Hunt courtesy of Unsplash
We returned at midnight, a Hawthorne in the headlights greeted us at the garage; the rest of the yard in darkness Only after awakening to the May morning light did I see Persephone’s handiwork accomplished during my absence The ankle-high fiddle heads I’d left behind had grown to thigh-high ferns, ground cover green before I’d … More Persephone Handiwork
the written word, words unspoken wind chimes in a breeze seasonal changes, all kinds of changes, even the ones that I fear children growing into adults adults remaining childlike trees planted generations ago and trees that sprout through sidewalks the quiet nature of rocks the flowing nature of streams the busy nature of squirrels the … More What Inspires Deep Respect Tinged with Awe
dream beyond heaven awaken to expansiveness it’s only life after all unlearn what doesn’t connect there’s more than one answer dream beyond heaven soak the roots of what you know with unscienced surprises it’s only life after all savor your introduction to re-eternity dream beyond heaven braid cleverness with uncertainty and awe it’s only life … More Beyond Heaven
The day unfolded like haphazard crumpled quilts on an unmade bed Do you ever have one of those days when even the unplanned turn of events change midstream?
As Dogen said, to attain the Way is merely ‘to put one’s head through a gate.’ There is a path beyond the door. It must be stepped through. ~ Henry Shukman Before I can walk my path, the path unique to me I must leave the safety of going around in circles Inside the fence … More Venture
I saw the shadow heard the caw from high above among branches bare but for buds did not see his wings a-flight just his fleeting crow-presence Graphic is an original colored pencil drawing by LuAnne Holder.
We made butterfly wings From pink cellophane Glued them to hair clips You never wore But we laughed as we worked Probably ate some ice cream For years I opened drawers Saw a butterfly barrette And laughed again Image from LoveKid Trading Company site
I found a piece of heart-shaped chocolate that lacked heart-shaped intent, an accident of manufacturing like the heart-shaped stones my friend collects are accidents of weathering. I find my own heart changing shape polished by exposure from the seasons of my years. Constancy is a barren desert; I prefer evolving fate, the unintentional change … More Unintentional Hearts