Simple Bouquets

Gather the blooms Let it rain, let it downpour We’ll brighten each day until the world resumes Even in darkness, there is more Let it rain, let it downpour We’ll celebrate each sunrise Even in darkness, there is more Simple pleasures and a sweet surprise We’ll celebrate each sunrise We’ll dance in every room Simple pleasures and a sweet surprise Gather the blooms   photo: … Continue reading Simple Bouquets

Memories of Home

Unaware the world has turned, these keepers of past days move between stalls in the old barn, seeping into cracked beams, sweeping across rough-hewn floors, surveying acres of woods just beyond and return to rest in the remnants of hay there in the corner, dark and damp, until they become one with spirits of horses that once lived here Their love of this space permeates … Continue reading Memories of Home

Spring

Spring wriggles free of Old Man Winter’s grasp like a taste of lime and honey in afternoon tea. The perfect elixir to chase away those blues I see. Her warriors, the fuzzy yellow bumble bees, make sweet music in the garden over by the sea. Humming, buzzzzzzzing workers in groups of two and three. Oh Spring, Spring. She anoints the trees with gentle rains until … Continue reading Spring

Daffodil Queen

All or nothing on a bright afternoon Crowns of daffodils, each fanning out in glorious green and heavy with ivory yellow blossoms Juxtaposed against hedges kept just so, those bushes that long to be free while locked in a manicured cage, the daffodils dance Nestled neatly by the ordinary house which, while offered as perfection, are proof of a querulous life — somehow restless in … Continue reading Daffodil Queen

Mending

Set upon the hall table sunlight streaming through grand windows I examined its cut glass corners and sparkling facets casting perfect rainbows the epitome of undefined living it just existed to be pretty to be admired to be coveted and so I swept it off that table with a steady hand it seemed a fitting punishment a valid reason the crash was magnificent lingering after … Continue reading Mending

On Finding Clarity

She wakes to walk the streets at dawn the sky dresses in purples, reds, and golds Examining the empty storefronts, she wonders What will become of this day the stillness of the space brings comfort She addresses the blackbirds and says today will be kind They chastise her in angry squawks and fly away As their shadows fade, she laughs at the brilliant nothing left … Continue reading On Finding Clarity