Willow

I am the willow stooped and ungainly from years of solitude and discordant thoughts They weave together to carve lines in my flesh but my roots run deep as I seek sweet water It’s a reckless love, this unquenchable thirst made worse as I dance in the dusty summer wind My measureless imagination conjures images of the long-departed here by the muddy banks I feel … Continue reading Willow

If We Were Having Coffee, November 3rd

If we were having coffee today, November 3rd, I’d invite you to sit at the table with me. The day is bright and beautiful, but November’s chill has arrived. It’s a perfect time of year. As we shared some of the pastries from our local bakery, I’d confess that I’m happy October is behind us. It was a difficult month with a lot happening in … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, November 3rd

If We Were Having Coffee, September 15, 2019

If we were having coffee today, September 15th, I’d invite you to sit with me in the backyard. It’s a stunningly beautiful day — one that’s like a last stand against the chilly weather that is sure to follow. Have an espresso and a cookie while I tell you about an event that my husband and I participated in yesterday. It was the 2019 Walk … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, September 15, 2019

Tell Me

Tell me about those dreams you seek there in that vast wasteland that borders risk and reward and floods of joy all promised by a single drop of rain tell me about the hope you’ve found dancing across ripples on the water while looking for answers hidden in silvery trees in a forest of proud cacti tell me about it And as tomorrow floats like … Continue reading Tell Me

Last Christmas

Paper-white petals tucked in a bouquet Winter’s bloom of cinnamon wishes and roses of red Paper-white petals tucked in a bouquet Tendrils of time joining circles widespread Lasting moments on this elderberry night Winter’s bloom of cinnamon wishes and roses of red Framed in love meant to bless this rite A celebration to mark the beginning and the end Lasting moments on this elderberry night … Continue reading Last Christmas

Seeking Wisdom

“I talk to God but the sky is empty.” – Sylvia Plath I seek wisdom in the sawdust falling gently beneath the polished mahogany bowl you carved with loving hands for it is not the finished product but rather the blood, sweat, and tears buried deep within its caviar ribbons that tell this story My eyes long for the beauty of paradise scattered like sunflowers … Continue reading Seeking Wisdom