
what if we looked at one another with peace
and with friendship
and with gratitude
and with empathy
and with kindness
what would the world look like then?

what if we looked at one another with peace
and with friendship
and with gratitude
and with empathy
and with kindness
what would the world look like then?

when i take walks i think about what i’ll make for dinner and what i forgot to do this afternoon and why she made that off-handed comment and why do people insist that green grass is better than grass with wild clover and when did the clematis get so big and where did the egret go and why is the pup limping slightly and what time will i leave on thursday morning and what in the world will i make for dinner today…

even the roses were tired

we must try, so very earnestly,
to make friends with change

the petals were collected,
until a storm gust scattered them
like soft, pink diamond dust
dancing with the wind

rainbows after storms
ice cream cones on hot afternoons
irises in the rain
peach whiskey on ice
kisses from the pup
green beans with sweet onions
old fences and buttercups






fragrant tiny lillies
flowers inside and flowers outside
this book: Charleston: A Bloomsbury House & Garden
by Quentin Bell & Virginia Nicholson
mountain views on southern porches
fragile mushrooms in the rain



the details always get to me

i watched a huge wasp and it appeared to watch me in return–
abruptly spreading its massive wings, it flew away,
and oh how i wish i could fly away too