I’m standing at the pearly gate,There’s a line, but I don’t mind the wait. I turn around, and try to sneak out,But notice the beauty, take a circuitous route. A lounge made of clouds fits just right,Bouncy and fluffy, made with air, so they’re light. We’ve been given the greatest breakroom,Plants and flowers, are allContinue reading “Dessert Dream”
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Springs Quiet Reflection
Spring coaxes tiny buds to bloomFlowers, blossoming bright yellowPeeking from fresh green stems Branches, strong and hardyStanding ready for a fanfare of colorNew blooms debut their wardrobe Clustered trumpets bloom in graceYellow hues create a color wheelIn a rich and vibrant play A sweet scent rides upon the windBeckoning bees to frolicIn the golden powderContinue reading “Springs Quiet Reflection”
A Finger to Hold
My heart surgeswhen you wrap your tiny hand around my finger –holding so tight and not letting go –sucking so hard to get enough milkwhile you look around with those big brown eyesthat lock onto mine –making me smile at you,which changes the shape of my eyes –and that makes you look even harder atContinue reading “A Finger to Hold”
Finding Myself in the Silence
I long for the type of quietwhere you hear the rhythmof your heartbeatin your ears The sun and moonsilently trade placeswhile the starstransform the skyinto a dazzling display The moon doesn’tshout, it slowly appearsstars in their silenceannounce they’re here A cool breezeso steady and slowdances through the treescreating a pantomime of leaves A distant clapContinue reading “Finding Myself in the Silence”
Where Do You Call Home
What is a home? Is it the place where you grew up?Where you’re the happiest?Where you lived the longest?Where you feel the safest? What if you’re most content at your favorite café,does that become your home? What if peace finds you sailing across the sea,is the ocean your home? What if you feel safest atContinue reading “Where Do You Call Home”
The Waves Return
The sea, so still,not a ripple to count.Reflections are paintedon the ocean,showcasing our day. The sea, a mirror, holdsthe sun beneath our feet-below us, not above. Hot and heavy airweighs us down, whilethe trapped heatlongs for a breeze. We welcome the calm.It never quite lasts.We breathe inthe salt-thick air,the sea’s steady breath. The wind picksContinue reading “The Waves Return”
Finally Making the Trip
Traveling faralways felt like a dream,too big, too distant,not meant for me. But Positanocalled in quiet ways,the place my ancestorsonce called home. When I closed my eyeswhat I wanted to see,Was a dream of avisit to the cliffby the sea. My family crossed oceansby ship, then by air,to see our kinwho were still there. TheyContinue reading “Finally Making the Trip”
Experiencing The World
Traveling the world tugs right at my heart,If you haven’t traveled, do you want to start? Have you already been? I’d love to know.My list keeps growing with places to go. Sunsets like paintings light up the sky,Far-off lands where joy makes you fly. A dip in a cool, blue pool, shimmering so,These are reasonsContinue reading “Experiencing The World”
Looking Through The Window
I stare out the windowas a cold, grey daymarches through. Trees sporting skeleton branchesare vulnerable to the wind. The cardinal’s brief visitgives life to theempty, gnarled tree.His vibrant reddirects me,holds me at attention. — I look through the window.Tiny buds and blossomsannouncethat spring has returned. Bright green leavesuncurl, reaching for the sun. The cardinal’s return,hisContinue reading “Looking Through The Window”
The Oak Transformation
Growing up in hurricane-prone areas, you learn that even the most solid parts of your world – like the giant oak trees in your yard, aren’t immune to change. These trees aren’t just scenery; they become part of your everyday life, almost like living structures you grow up alongside. But when the storms come, evenContinue reading “The Oak Transformation”
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