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

hope rises like heat
like a balloon let go
like prayers 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

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

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

At dawn, rain started
with a few quiet drops,
like the whisper of dandelion
seeds, sticky with wishes. Continue reading
Here is a visit by a fellow Poetry Friday writer, Joy, all the way from Hawaii. I hope you have a couple minutes to visit her by clicking the link on her name.

A fairy comes to visit
me in my dream
together we eat
berries with cream. Continue reading

Yellow, blue and white
blooms spread wings.
The slow language of bird,
sky, rock and garden,
speaks in inner silence,
a place quieter than wind. Continue reading

She gave me a pink wink, Continue reading

Angels blare a brassy fanfare
on foxglove trumpets by the square. Continue reading

Trip-trap
along the path
finding dust,
twigs, bees
and green
dappled light
betwixt the trees. Continue reading

Greening glade
seems still and quiet,
but it’s a magic circle
where birds sing
incantations Continue reading