Monday, September 18, 2017

small decision?


that day,
being tired and low
i decided to go
to the rose garden

and there
spilling out 
in the cool of the morning

were petals
upon petals
upon petals

"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.  There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature, the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter."  
                                                          ~Rachel Carson






Friday, September 8, 2017

along the road

















what is it
about berries
in fall?

the bittersweet sight
of the bittersweet

the hawthorne's
welcome home


"Everything is restless until it comes home."  ~John Bate


*Recently I have been re-reading the story of the prodigal son. I am reminded again that we have a Father who watches and waits for us; who runs out to meet us and welcomes us home.

Monday, August 28, 2017

if only

















wouldn't we like to
solve
everything

make a small bird
always
safe

let a nothing girl
know
she is not nothing

turn back
the rushing
waters

we too, weep,
looking out on our own
jerusalems


Thinking today of all the people in and around Houston. "If only...."

"As He approached Jerusalem and saw the city, He wept over it."  ~Luke 19:41




Friday, August 11, 2017

interrupting the routine

















i left the laundry behind 
and the pickleball
games

traded them 
for dew on leaves
dragonfly wings
and the garden’s other 
offerings

i drank eagerly
of her cup

juice of zinnias
dripping down 
my chin  


"Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue."
                                          ~John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

"Oh, taste and see...."  ~Psalm 34:8





Saturday, July 15, 2017

the leaves of yesterday






































the curve of them
catches my 
eye

their lines
and 
shadows

their
calm and quiet
passing


"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. "

                                                   ~Winnie the Pooh

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

pain and pastel (a two part poem)






































like a river birch in the rain
she bows low

pain dripping
from her branches

the soil below 
soaked in sorrow

*This morning i ask myself, “is there anything i can do, (anything at all) to ease the sorrow of my friend.” Words are hollow this day. Maybe a bit of color can lift her head, if even for a moment. Shall i send her a watercolor? Then…..


the questioner 
asked

can you
paint her a 
reason

can your pastel
flowers
give promise

to her pain?





*And my answer is no. 
But 

yes, i can send color and kindness. Yes, i can let her know she is “seen”. 

Friday, June 16, 2017

rusted






































the loss of him
left sorrow
rusted

lamentation
lasting
a life time




















“You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”  ~Anne Lamott

"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night...."  ~Edna St. Vincent Millay