
Used by Permission of Resa Swork
hot pink kisses
satin rose petals scattered
scent of carnations Continue reading

Used by Permission of Resa Swork
hot pink kisses
satin rose petals scattered
scent of carnations Continue reading

In a desert of green,
manicured lawns
an oasis of color blooms Continue reading

Heliotrope was in a sour mope.
She was the last crayon picked.
She felt as if she’d been kicked. Continue reading

Perhaps stories are spirits
that live in our world. Continue reading

When my spirits sink,
I give a saucy wink
and don’t overthink,
because soon enough —
I’ll be in the pink. Continue reading

My garden is peopled
with bearded giants,
purple, plump, and
peppered with gold dust. Continue reading

The Olympic dream is one
that bites young and grown. Continue reading

Oh to be chicory,
abloom beneath hickory,
hearing rain chime and
dressed in diamonds. Continue reading

Summer days cluster
together like roses, Continue reading

If I were a bee,
this is where I’d be. Continue reading

Don’t be absurd, I’m no bird,
I have neither wing nor urge to sing. Continue reading