
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
Here is a visit by a fellow Poetry Friday writer, Joy, all the way from Hawaii. I hope you have a couple minutes to visit her by clicking the link on her name.

A fairy comes to visit
me in my dream
together we eat
berries with cream. 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

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

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

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

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

Wild mornings, wild afternoons!
If I am with you
your face alight
your laugh in my hair Continue reading