
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

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

October is a month of O’s:
orange gourds, ogres, owlets, oracles,
octopuses, otters and orangutans on
odysseys with outstretched hands, 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

How Many Fives Can You Find In
tuning
a star
a maple leaf
a baby’s open hand
and wiggling toes 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

I like people who are like covered bridges,
sturdy and solid as houses, peaceful, still,
upright and bridging wide gulfs.
They take the high road. Their troubles wash away,
like floodwaters diverted into channels
fringed with loosestrife and cattails. Continue reading

yellow dots of bees
broken clouds, sewn with sun
wildflower-blue field Continue reading