Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Audio (Click here.) My head is bowed, my concentration in and out of intenseness on this leisure seashell hunt, looking along the shore for treasures no longer sunk. Nothing occupies my mind, for once, except for the task at hand, approaching each disruption to the smoothness of the tide-wiped sand, natural remnants scattered seemingly … Continue reading Signs in the Shells
Waves of yesterdays evidenced in footprints not yet erased lose their shadows in the gradual light of another day, and I add to them on my way to where the sand shows no trace of existence. I am one of the few witnesses. I patiently wait and wait for sun to make his … Continue reading Witness
Golden beams lovingly reach through the leaves and beckon me to hop on; so far away is the day star yet so personal, this dawn to find me here among the birds before the day's bustle begins, as I walk to pacify the restlessness within. Soon the light will flood the day, cast down over … Continue reading Golden Beams
Waterdrops drip from the gray, but they do not dilute my colors; boldly, they remain. My dreams are not made of sidewalk chalk in danger of the rain; they cannot be washed away. They are more like the wildflower, beautiful bloom with roots that the earth selflessly lends a hand to, so the … Continue reading Rainy-Day Dreams
I caught her today,captured her existence,the legendary Wildflower Fairypaying my very own yarda visit!Her golden-backed silhouette under sun's guardianshipcame forth;chattered excitementamong the birds broke up the morning chorus,as she bent and whisperedsomething indiscernible to the seedlings,her dew-kissed faceand green-veined gownrevealing her as the Queen,so I found myselfbowing like the blades and leaves,for sometimes awe and magiccome disguised asweedsto … Continue reading Wildflower Fairy
I challenge you... to try to remain focused on your mind's troubles when fallen tree-blossom petals keep playfully popping your bubble, to attempt to cling to the dust gathering on your dream's wings when gusts of spring breeze keep gleefully sweeping, to keep your head down from the weight of the world when the sky … Continue reading Try To
When the world is still, when predawn so subtly changes the sky in the same unrushed manner as the return of open eyes, I thrive. Only the birds are lively, but their cheerful news I entertain; through the open windows, they chirp tidings using my name. Sun rises in splendor just for … Continue reading When the World is Still
Sometimes the sea simply calls me, in cahoots with the clouds, it seems; my steering wheel turns by itself toward their captivating spell, south, and where the land ends, it begins, the shift in me when I step in. The saltwater rushes my feet in an urgency to take me that contradicts with the stillness … Continue reading Saltwater Rinse
Every cloud has a silver lining, they say, and that light framing the shadows fills me with hope, but it's the golden emerging, its illumination reflected from the gates of heaven, that hushes my soul. The silver, it seems, dries my tears, and the golden produces them, for one eases my fears, … Continue reading Light in the Clouds
I do not need spring to bring me relief from barrenness of green, for beauty I can still see in the bleak; all seasons year-round live in me, as mixed up as this year's weather has proven to be. I do not deny, though, that I am happy to greet the buds of … Continue reading I Do Not Need Spring
