Mad is the poet in the wilderness, Crying at the moon for its brightness. Full of the pink of the cherry blossoms, falling like snow. Lost is the sculptor in creation, Tearing at the clay like a fireman. Digging to release the young maiden, hidden below. Quiet, the songwriter listens, Dumbstruck by the … Continue reading
Yellow Sunflowers. Others call them weeds, and yet, They brighten my day.
A Glorious Sky! Orange-shouldered Orion throws the Boomerang moon.
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
My own creation! It is a thing of beauty. But I can do more.
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.
No longer lonely sharing the Earth’s morning sky The Sun and The Moon
Here I am again, in a land full of beauty with an empty purse.
Blue-rimmed horizon Scattering of moon-touched stars too late for the sun.