There is a song in petals, the rainsound of notes on thirsty earth feeding spring's new flowers. There is a melody in the making of a garden where silent, shriveled seeds wait to burst, pushing through wet soil with their …
Poetry
Spring’s Verb Says
photo by Karen Boudreaux, NOLA, used by permissionFireworks have nothing on me,no man-made show can matchthis explosive display.Shocking green here,shouting magenta there,showy white front and center.No gunpowder could blowbreezes like this to …
Writer’s Break {a #poem}
I've been awash in words of late, missing out on the wind waving through steel branches, blue and white sky. Eyes too crowded to take note of the weather which goes on without me, whether I watch it or not. A glance through the dining room …
When Your Workout Includes Wait Training
I want to fly these dumbbells up, down, up, down quick! The momentum of each lift rising at my side pushing past perhaps what's safe or wise in the name of what? Speed or yes, the checklist-exercise- done! When I slow instead, face the window …
What Really Matters {it’s not the envelope}
The snow comes, unexpected like grace after a fall (yours, mine, ours) a quiet wool covering missteps, mistakes, messes. This white-soft gift leaves an expanse of peace, pulling my eyes away from the ground, these humble, human feet, to the …
Holy Landing
"Samara," she said and the wordstook flight in my hearing,invisible windborne florasoaring across my thoughts.She spoke of wings, a divinecreation spinning towardsearth to plant itself like astubborn weed-fierce and stuck.Imagination took …
Week One-A Prayer
I wish I could collect the light, landing its shadows on this page as it creeps ever brighter through the gray.Pour it out to wash my heart, salve the wound of this present heaviness, the sighs that never end.Hold it lightly …
