
At dawn, rain started
with a few quiet drops,
like the whisper of dandelion
seeds, sticky with wishes. Continue reading

At dawn, rain started
with a few quiet drops,
like the whisper of dandelion
seeds, sticky with wishes. 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

The iris’s velvet wings
make me remember summer slides,
pumping swings, Continue reading

If looks can kill,
this plant wouldn’t,
although, it’s bold, rash
and may drive riddle
readers mad. Continue reading

Late one evening,
I knit the silk
of new roses
into the floss
of thistle blooms Continue reading
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.

How do trees feel
in the moment
they flower? Continue reading

Life thrives
whether we care for it
or not. Continue reading