One morning, as I stood on my porch, I noticed some plants growing under the tree nearest the house. I walked closer and looked down to see a vine with reddish leaves in groups of three. “Oh no, I have Poison Ivy growing right in front of the house!” I cried. When I was a … Continue reading
Lightning strikes after spring rain, mixing pleasure with the pain. Clouds let in a shaft of light. Morning sun piercing through night. Rise to meet another day. Meals to eat and bills to pay. Order interspersed with strife. bittersweet the trails of life.
Air as sweet as cream. Large, round raindrops fall onto bright-new green grass stalks.
Clouds in moonlit sky. trails of white form an oval, Black-backed evil eye.
Small red apple seed pushed beneath the soft spring earth A new beginning
A host of angels white cirrus clouds trumpeting autumn’s arrival
This morning I saw Orion chasing the moon and it made me laugh!
The sky, a blue sea a lone star shines overhead before the sun rises.
The eyebrows of God Orange-tinted cirrus clouds Questioning the dawn
The morning blushes a hint of rose expanding on the horizon