
Life thrives
whether we care for it
or not. Continue reading →

Life thrives
whether we care for it
or not. Continue reading

The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading

May your inner light shine on the longest day,
Reflecting back the light of the universe.
If Shakespeare is your cup of tea, here’s a fairy poem on Midsummer from him. I also offer a midsummer fairy tale set in Ireland, called Midsummer Stew, a tale of fairy retribution and redemption and of the interconnectedness of us all. Continue reading

Lilacs are pink,
lilacs are blue,
with help from dad,
kids grow up true. Continue reading

Tulips gossip downtown
in streets curved in frowns.
Too many people
walk dogs, legs lifting –
tulips don’t want a drink,
of that kind, I think. Continue reading

The color of daughters
is spring pink,
a color to open a bud
in the hardest heart. Continue reading
Michelle Marie is flat on her back in pain and still flying with ladybugs. I love her, Queen Pink and Supermom! I hope you enjoy her whimsy and have a fantastic week! Warmly, Brenda

She told me I could catch a ride
The wildflowers called our name
Come ride, Come sway, let’s pretend
We can ride to a happy place
And sway…and sway…and sway


Love is love that doesn’t harm.
Love is what holds us in the dark,
listens to our fears,
celebrates our small moments. Continue reading

Wild mornings, wild afternoons!
If I am with you
your face alight
your laugh in my hair Continue reading
A cheery haiku and photo brightened my morning. Perhaps you’ll smile, too. Happy Thursday! Warmly, Brenda

Three Dutch tweens
tickled by the breeze Continue reading

The first petal falls
without a sound
on a day
like any other. Continue reading