A cycle of seasonal haiku — Stop, look, smell the dayWinter, Spring, Summer, or FallBeauty all around. — Cold, snow day — HORRAY!Wintry, white, wistful play dayCuddle up for warmth — Strong rain, pounding hardPastel petals in rain’s poolWaiting for the sun — Strong storms are brewingBig tree limbs sway to and froKites grounded todayContinue reading “Beauty All Around”
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Life in Camouflage
Nature’s secrets hide on the forest floorWith insects to spy if you’ve time to exploreCascading trees shield the sun from the groundWind through branches sings a whistling sound. A mockingbird hums a glorious song,A melody woven both soft and strong.Gentle peeps and squawks, perfectly timed,Sounding like poets, hauntingly rhymed. Black snakes wind their way throughContinue reading “Life in Camouflage”
Food and Memories
Food and memoriesareintertwined A delicious mealcan speak toyour heart I have childhood memoriespicking up pizzawith my fatherand gettingto eat a slice onthe way home My grandma’s saladwas everyone’s favoriteand more than twenty yearsgone, we stilltalk about it I remember waking upto the scent offrying bacon andfreshly made toast.my mother making sureto start our dayjust rightContinue reading “Food and Memories”
The Sauce on the Stove
Every Sunday of my childhood looked like this. This poem is a tribute to my grandmother, whose love was stirred into every pot of sauce, sewn into every pair of slippers, and felt in every quiet, chaotic, perfect moment around the table. If you’ve ever had a Sunday that smelled like garlic and felt likeContinue reading “The Sauce on the Stove”
Zipper In The Sky
There’s a zipper in the sky,It’s only visible when you fly.Why not go through it to explore,It beckons like an open door. A quick decision must be made,We’re pulled to go, but we’re afraidWe’re anxious and we want to know,What will greet us if we go? We arrive on the other sideAre there rules weContinue reading “Zipper In The Sky”
Thread
life isblurred byeverydaychaos worklifefamilycompete forattention it’s hardto keeptracktostayfocused timeunravels thethreadthat ismylife theordinarystill requiresus to – breathe to survive
Ripples Erase the Past
The stillness of the pondpaints a picture of calm Reflections speak to themagnolia as its brancheshang just out of reach Silence encourageslife hidden from viewto come enjoy the day This old park,recently brought backto life, tendedby many sets of hands Uncovering stories oncetold, whispers shared,quick glances that said,I’ll always be near Vibrant colors infuseour moods,Continue reading “Ripples Erase the Past”
Palm Watch
I look out the window,to the top of a tall palm. The wind picks upand whips it across the window. Within moments, the windsettles, and the branchesare steady. Birds land among the branches,picking at a bunscavenged from a restaurant. A few feet from my face,I witness the beak tearingpieces of bread from the bun. TalonsContinue reading “Palm Watch”
Silence Speaks
Inspired by Van Gogh’s Starry Night, this poem captures the contrast I’ve always felt in the painting, the swirling wind looks wild and intense, yet the scene feels deeply calming to me. In this acrostic reflection, I tried to echo that blend of motion and peace, where silence, wind, and starlight shape a quiet nightContinue reading “Silence Speaks”
Ordinary
I live within the ordinary. My lifecould be a copyof yours. Go to work,go home eat sleep. That is my ordinarylife. But – my job is different from yours,my family,my health,my wants, dreams, needs –are they different from yours? But-we all breathe,we all need sleep,warmth, nourishment,dreams. What makesan unordinarylife?
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