My roots are anchored In the rocky soil. My leaves curve upward, Wide and shivering. My petals are blue, And though they seem to droop I am not wilted, But the peel of my bells Has run away with the … Continue reading Mountain Bluebells
The bumblebee Single-mindedly Tended my flowers Frenetically For hours Scurrying here Then there Eager, focused, clumsy His butt was fuzzy His body chonky Adorable, surprisingly But if I reached out To cuddle or squeeze The illusion would end I watch … Continue reading Bumblebee
The Fence and the Vine Along a lane between two fields there is a barbed wire fence, and on this fence a vine ‘twines ’round and ’round and imitates the twisted metal, green on rusted black. The fence supports the … Continue reading Experiments in Writing – Prose Poetry
A lilac discarded in a stream. Abandoned, forgotten, like a dream. Too heavy to move, too fragile to last, This vibrant once-dream will fade into the past. One by one its petals will fall, be carried away To decay In … Continue reading Discarded
Staring Out A Window 