I like people who are like covered bridges,
sturdy and solid as houses, peaceful, still,
upright and bridging wide gulfs.
They take the high road. Their troubles wash away,
like floodwaters diverted into channels
fringed with loosestrife and cattails. Continue reading
as if fairies bless
purple kale, with leaves Continue reading
yellow dots of bees
broken clouds, sewn with sun
wildflower-blue field Continue reading
Ouch, watch my leaves!
You’re stepping on my stem! Continue reading
like pink fairy trees
Astilbe brushes my knees
pollen puff <sneeze!>
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Fields of daisies bloom
between forest and highway,
nodding sunny faces,
in the threshold
between earth and sky. Continue reading
September brings so many thoughts, ideas and plans,
things to do, see to, begin, accomplish and enjoy,
that my subterranean reservoir fills until ideas
geyser up in a hot, fraught fountain of chaos. Continue reading
scented like sage,
holds up its head. Continue reading
The bee alights on Sedum
asks why, oh, why did I weed ’em?
is needed, but I don’t heed ‘im. Continue reading
A garden witch
knows when to weed,
when to deadhead.
Lets some things reseed.
curly dock, carpet weed,
crab grass. Makes wishes Continue reading
Thanks to Carol Varsalona who sent me dreams, hopes and fairy dust. Continue reading