An Opera on Sunday


voici la fin de la semaine 
un petit opéra un dimanche 
pour tuer le temps, Continue reading

Music Inside

boundless heart
radiates music inside,
a world of kindness

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Happy Autumn!

a palette of earthtones
paints hillsides
with Autumn song

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Music in the Trees

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I miss shaking a newspaper,
folding it closed, washing
black ink from my fingers,
feeling accomplished before
moving on with my day.

Instead, I hopscotch a crazy-quilt —
CNN. BBC. MSNBC. Fox. Round
and round, site to site and back,
never washing the stain
of sad news from my heart. Continue reading

Panacea

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believe that
music, beauty and peace heal
and it does

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Rock Garden Reprised

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silent yellow wings,
petals uncurl colors that
strike chords

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Monday Gratitude

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when the flowers sing
a morning hallelujah,
sunshine in my heart

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Admiring Sunflowers

Admire as much as you can; most people do not admire enough.” — Vincent van Gogh

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unfolded petals
with their high yellow note,
hold the scent of orchards

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Waterfall Melodies

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a burbling song
wind in leaves harmonizes,
summer arpeggios

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Rose Poetry

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pink petals
scent rises like hope
music on the wind

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By the Brambles

Pink Blooms

Groundhogs amble past brambles.
Winter torpor adds a weighty waddle
to their dandelion waltz. Continue reading

Your Color is Hope

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“Moon Song” Used with Permission of Artist Lisa Telling Kattenbraker

Your color is hope,
birdsong on sunbeams,
a peaceful night’s sleep,
a bittersweet violin air,
raindrops on cottage roses
in full-spiced bloom,
the last snowflake of May,
and the urge to sail
over blue-green waves
with moon-drunk words
on my lips, tasting hope.

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