I’m caught between eggplant stained hollyhocks and heavily scented phlox. I’m stuck between left and right and skirt around sun middle daisies. Answers evaporate just on the edges of spinning grass blades. Something deadly — it is a pressure point of … Continue reading
One tiny bundle of blueberries tickled tender tomatoes; a rapture occurred … when essential herbs coveted the edges of my simple daydream. * This is what happens when I play with my food.
A dry drink of silence sequestered in light’s breeze I putter and unfold and reach into a sentient daydream And taste syllables of dawn and feathers of still While parting sage pages to release my ink’s spill. © … Continue reading
Short of normal, and she defined that loosely because it depended on the way the sun was setting or how the trees bowed poignantly. And yet, when at all possible, she became one with the sanctuary of tender and nature. … Continue reading
I might have to write, when the sun settles into the curve of shadows dancing on walls. I might have to calm the creases and distill my heart’s song. The serendipitous nature of prose, touches tangential streams of harmony. Love … Continue reading
I made a batch of tea and my thoughts turned to ginger. I had a rendezvous stir with an elixir of sweet honey. And voila! Evergreens grew from my mug of sip and time stopped into a space of “shhhhh….be … Continue reading
Dearest Morning, I am an incomplete book finding the words to stretch across the horizon. Early sun settles into my sea and I linger longer than usual. Maybe it’s the crisp autumn air. Maybe it’s the squirrel’s chatter, next to … Continue reading