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

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

Leaves touch earth with a
quiet whisper that sadly says,
the elves must go.
It’s time, it’s true. Continue reading

My dragging feet find
note cards from the multi-verse
with its stanzas of seasons,
rhyming couplets of colors, Continue reading

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

hope rises like heat
like a balloon let go
like prayers Continue reading

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke
When dinosaurs greeted the dawn,
perhaps they tweeted and twittered,
while they preened and flirted,
just as their modern descendants
greet the dawn with a chorus that
rattles shutters and billows curtains. 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

Would a fairy drive a car
shaped like a cedar branch
with green needle fenders?
Maybe a maple leaf flying carpet?
I’d want a Japanese model,
red and sporty, Continue reading

still maiden
sentinel spruces enfold
green glen, act three Continue reading

Moving between worlds,
egg to leaf,
leaf to stone,
stone to leaf,
leaf to tree,
caterpillar to cocoon. Continue reading

Goodbye, summer.
Goodbye, beach. Continue reading