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 wind in Wyoming can be brutal. To elaborate, last week my post was about a warm, lazy afternoon I spent on my couch reading with the windows open. The day that inspired that brief post was April 3rd. The … Continue reading Wyoming Wind
Lifted blinds An open window Clear sky Light breeze Bright sun An orchid sways Slanted rays warm the couch Children squeal A dog barks Dune buggies rumble by Continue reading Relaxed
I saw a nest at eye level in the juncture of a scrawny tree that stood alone on the bank of a stream. Lovingly made of grass and twigs and mud, its solid foundation where four thin branches diverged was … Continue reading Empty Nest
Along the smallest streams like those that hide at the edge of your property hidden by two fields and a swell of the ground; Along the smallest streams where waist-high grass grows right up to the water and the tallest … Continue reading Crick Fairies
This week I returned to metered poetry following a consistent rhyme scheme. I haven’t done one of these for awhile, so I wanted to exercise my poetic thinking muscles. I can normally start out with a good (to my mind) … Continue reading Capable
Today, as I was working in my home office, I shut off my music, my podcasts to keep me company, my background YouTube videos, and I opened my window. I heard dogs barking in distant backyards; trucks unnecessarily accelerating and … Continue reading Calm
Staring Out A Window 