
women can stand together
voices raised
our magic circles the globe
the Second Women’s March
on every continent
yes, even Antarctica Continue reading

women can stand together
voices raised
our magic circles the globe
the Second Women’s March
on every continent
yes, even Antarctica Continue reading

Summer’s Siren Song
makes me long for warmth
dream of hot sunshine
on my bare arms and remember
the relief of leaf-cast shade
and lakewater teasing my ankles. Continue reading

dandelion down,
its frozen petals and stem
hoard sunshine
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the forest’s green heart
taps an icy morse code,
calling the sun
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tiny hydrangea flowers
hide among raspberry leaves,
like autumn-hued beacons
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Welcome to my Poetry Friday Halloween party. Here’s the guest of honor and winner of the costume contest. Anyone know who my little beetle is? I found him on a lilac. He was about the length of my thumb nail. Continue reading

With the silver sun
before sunset,
the world turns
an over-bright
black and white. Continue reading

Something secret
sprouts overnight
from the damp dark.
Rejection spawns insight.
A new direction,
a white knight, Continue reading

Symmetry of petals green,
hens and chicks, a flock of
rosettes and buds,
from maid to mother to crone. Continue reading

towering salvia stalk,
every tiny purple trumpet
is tenderly touched Continue reading

I have the smallest pets.
I don’t keep them in a cage. Continue reading

Flowers from the prairie
evoke a time when
pronghorns fled buffalo,
and prairie dogs
nibbled sagebrush
amid burrowing owls
and mountain plover. Continue reading