- From the Seedy Part of Town
- Must Not Give Up!
- If I Only Had a Picture
- Home: January 15, 2008
- Miss you, Dad!
- Another Graduation in the Can!
- Weekly Challenge Post #2: Curves (in Seattle)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves
- More FUNna!
- Deer Fence
- A Feeble Fable
- You seem a bit unapproachable today . . .
- The Flora and the FUNNa at Descanso Gardens
- Thought for the Day: Water, the New Ice Cream
- Call It Art
- Nature’s Hallelujah!–A Hummingbird Story
- Outside My Office Window
- Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting
- Telephone Booth!!!!
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Tag Archives: poetry
With fire and form and bursting light, life unfolds its fragile strands to live and breathe and die to live again.
Grace on the blue wing, soft air and powerful lift, dove whispers in flight.
Not so wonder bound By birth and circumstances When my spirit soars.
A lighter grip on what seemed so sure–slipping away. Spent feels like loss. Life and beauty leaked out the crevasses of studies and babies and music and travel and loving and words and words and words. Youth wants so much–wants, … Continue reading
For grass and seed and backyard bounty, for mates and chicks and sheltering, I am thankful, while groaning along with the rest of creation for wolf-lamb comforts and calf, lion, and yearling communion, and the leading of a little child. That it … Continue reading
Next time, I will rest walk. I will not flit from flower to flower like a butterfly, capturing this and that in my digital memory. As fun as that is, next time, I will think walk. I will not adrenalin-rush the … Continue reading
Translucent, thin as thin, my skin barely covers the vital parts, the vulnerable places. Tough as nails is truly strong, but nails pierce and punctures bleed; so in the livelong days, would I be happier to be the punctured or … Continue reading
The young and vibrant are praised just because– all that color and life, a grace. But even in the light grip of the wounded and aged–the letting go– there is a glory. There is beauty in the fallen and glory in … Continue reading
The twisting, the turning in shadow, hard as hard viewed soft in evanescent light, meshed arms in counterpoint to the music of life, and I smile.