
whispering your name into the fog,
the soft sound was carried gently by the rising mist,
while a cool august breeze caressed the echo

whispering your name into the fog,
the soft sound was carried gently by the rising mist,
while a cool august breeze caressed the echo

“Everyone clapped and cheered, and it almost made me cry.”
“What would you buy if you were me today–what’s really good?”
“Yesterday a big snapping turtle came out of the water and scared him so much, he spread those huge white wings and flew away.”
“They had tin foil on their heads.”

sometimes, concentrating on beautiful details can lend focus to the bigger picture

cracked pottery
chipping paint
broken china
mended quilts
dried flowers
abandoned things
weathered grave stones


we have lost our way–
losing one another and so losing ourselves

a young buck and doe in a field
wild turkeys under green bushes
orchids and lush ferns
love, kindness and
torrential rainfall

she breaks a little more each day

afternoon walks with beautiful weeds

on the balcony, after the storm

contemplative heron