jade winged creature
alight on honesty gone to seed
coins of delight to buy such a magical sight
pebble of joy 5/10/2024
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on the horizon
heat stumbles into open doors and windows
bringing humid air that prickles my neck
raising tiny curls under my hat
storms in the offing as I trim roses
spent and curling. Its May
time enough for Spring storms
rumbling across green fields, wheat
not ready for harvest, bows
to the coming wind
somewhere
somewhere
someone
is seeing a rainbow
hold fast to that
hold fast
May Day
Morning sun stretches, reaching
through the fully greened trees
into the arms of iris and daylilies,
incandescing each petal until the glow
catches the whim of passing bees
and butterflies who appear as if by magic tricks of light and air alchemy
spinning dross into golden May
cherry tree
The tree is gone, cut down and stacked in the wood pile.
Ungainly and unwanted, except for those few hours of glorious flower
though not enough to be wanted, cherished, valued.
It is gone and now...
open-ness
A feeling of space, room to breathe. An expanse only dreamed of.
Now fully formed into...
More
From subtraction, addition.
A place to hold dreams, to breathe, to know
***
with loss comes new vistas
external insight
internal wisdom
pebble of joy 4/24/2024
morning quietude
interrupted by traffic noise
and church bells chiming
twelve noon
pollen season
early morning breeze separates seed from chaff
as the last of our trees begin to bud
black walnut, of course, always late to the party
they'll flower, form fruit, and our pollen season is over
at least until summers weeds begin their harvesting
along ditch banks and fence rows, casting their lots to the wind
And soon the month of May with all her posies and sunny days
She is pink cheeked and breathless as she runs across the meadow
summer picking up speed
‘This is become our unregretted home’ – Lawrence Durrell
I am unapologetically in love-
this cottage of uneven floors
crooked windows and pocked surfaces.
Its soul is deep in its self
with a charming countenance
like an elderly aunt
whose halo goldens the air.
Walls of faded jade and aquamarine
welcome angels and sinners alike,
unburdened
Psalm
sky breaks open
a shell pink morning
waking birdsong and church bells
lawn mowers and sirens
all reaching up into the blue blue
heavens of cloud and wing
rejoice, O Living
see the sky and wind
rejoice and be glad, O breathing Beings
this is the day
rejoice and be glad
household saints
small saints of the household retain
all their color and aura
as the sun sets later each day
on the creek's western rim
and the new moon rises
to smile through my evening window,
bowing eastward in vespered silence
and tender mercies of the day
The Course of Our Seasons 