Winter’s Song

I love springtime and the return of the birds.  The warm sun on my face, my hands in the soil.  I do love seed packets and promises of gardens galore.  I love tree blossoms and flowers and bees and more. I love summer and all the fun to be had.  The gardens and watering.  Fresh … More Winter’s Song

December Morning Dawn

The lavender sky spreads and stretches over rolling pastures and forests of trees. Along the railroad tracks the mist lightly rolls as dawn awakes Golden sun rises and the air is ever cool in the December morning breeze Deer move along the tracks with motions swift on crisp winter grass.   Here at cozy home the … More December Morning Dawn

It’s Halloween!

I walked to the mailbox and found inside a letter.  It was from my dear friend, Pat, who sent us a Halloween greeting.  I love her poems and wanted to share it with you! It’s Halloween It’s Halloween!  It’s Halloween! The moon is full and bright and we shall see what can’t be seen on … More It’s Halloween!

Whispers of Autumn

  Even without a calendar without a clock on the wall I would know it’s Autumn I can feel that it is Fall.   Perhaps the filter of the light smoky golden rosy glow I hear geese coming back the birds surely know.   Slight coolness in its changing breath such odd stillness in the … More Whispers of Autumn

A New Year

I feel the earth beneath my feet breathing Breathing through cracks in the pavement breaking the asphalt like a too tight corset pulsating life A breathing mother I stand upon her breast amongst the prairie grasses and through her gentle rise and fall I breathe in a new year full of promise and life. Blessings … More A New Year

Christmas Dreaming

  As winter snow danced lightly down, the moon still held her luminous crown and watched as each child in town went to sleep softly in the night. Dreams of Santa filled their minds as they looked at moon’s generous light and so wondered if they would see his reindeer cross her face in flight. Warm with … More Christmas Dreaming

Walking at Dawn

The hummingbirds flit around my hair on their way to sweetened nectar their ringing sounds of bells in the early morning air. The dawn shines clear and hopeful brushing pink in its palette spread across the landscape fair. I walk across heavy laden needles and cacti, up steep inclines of bindweed and pine cones, through underbrush that … More Walking at Dawn