Greening glade
seems still and quiet,
but it’s a magic circle
where birds sing
incantations Continue reading
Tag Archives: nature
Velvet Wings
The iris’s velvet wings
make me remember summer slides,
pumping swings, Continue reading
Riddle Reader Beware
If looks can kill,
this plant wouldn’t,
although, it’s bold, rash
and may drive riddle
readers mad. Continue reading
Rose Silk
Late one evening,
I knit the silk
of new roses
into the floss
of thistle blooms Continue reading
Happy July 4th!
Happy Red, White and Blue from the flowers!
Happy Poetry Friday!
Here is a poem of joy for you:
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
Read the rest here.
— William Wordsworth
May you experience the joy and magic of being with family.
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts for hosting his week!
Stop by and read more poetry if you have time.
Trees Risk it All
How do trees feel
in the moment
they flower? Continue reading
Life Thrives
Life thrives
whether we care for it
or not. Continue reading
Lupine Spires
The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading
Curves in any Season
Note: Curves appear everywhere, especially where the Daily Post is popular. Republicans may have blocked gun control for now, but if we get enough signatures on petitions to ban assault weapons, we may yet throw a curve ball to the NRA.
http://petitions.moveon.org/keystoneprogress/sign/president-obama-make-10
Midsummer At Last
May your inner light shine on the longest day,
Reflecting back the light of the universe.
If Shakespeare is your cup of tea, here’s a fairy poem on Midsummer from him. I also offer a midsummer fairy tale set in Ireland, called Midsummer Stew, a tale of fairy retribution and redemption and of the interconnectedness of us all. Continue reading
Lilacs for Dad
Lilacs are pink,
lilacs are blue,
with help from dad,
kids grow up true. Continue reading
Tulip Dreams
Tulips gossip downtown
in streets curved in frowns.
Too many people
walk dogs, legs lifting –
tulips don’t want a drink,
of that kind, I think. Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 