The Picnic Quilt

A worn bench sits underthe magnolia tree.The garden,once abandoned,now brims with life. The couple meets at the bench.A playful grey and black dog bounds,ready for a game of disc dog.A quick bark sets the day. The soft yellow discsails across the park.The dog, stance set,leaps up,mouth open,catching the disc mid-air.He bounds back,ready for another round.Continue reading “The Picnic Quilt”

Flight Of The Seedling

Riding the wind,a helicopter seedtakes flight –soaring high, dipping low,a ballet in the sky.A solo act performed asnature’s play deserves an encore. Finding a home,fertile soil’s stagea red maple demi-plié –resilient, ready,strength in every bend. The seedling grows,reaching for the light –determined, primed,persistence guiding its path. A wooden deck,an obstacle to conquer –no match forflexibleContinue reading “Flight Of The Seedling”

Paying The Goose Tax

Honking geeseRule the yard like royalty Pretty, calm, meandering, beauties –Fluffy white feathers deceive One step too close,Ear-splitting honks,Charging beasts, beaks wideSentries on guard alerted A simple walk turns to chaosKids screaming, running, scatteredSearching for the safest path Memories flood back –A rear-end collision with a strong beakThe mark of royalty left “behind” Crossing theContinue reading “Paying The Goose Tax”

Soaring Disc

Rays of sunshineBeat on the treeSunlight weaves its wayForming patterns on the grass The largest sunlit patchA tanning bed for the dogHis owner rests on the benchWatching people enter the park A yellow disc on his lapWaiting for the perfect timeTo engage the dog in funHis eye catches her approach Stepping from the benchA whistleContinue reading “Soaring Disc”

A Bright Yellow Crown

D andelions adorned in a bright yellow crownA s wishes take flight, imagination aboundsN arrow stems, waltz with the windD raped in yellow, the bees’ golden dance beginsE arly blooms – ambrosia for the beesL ion’s tooth, jagged leaves stand tallI n gardens you root, deep in the groundO pen petals reflect the day’s warmthNContinue reading “A Bright Yellow Crown”

The Willow

Standing alone atop a hill,sunrays weave their waylike a pinball gamethrough drooping branches This solitary tree enchantsin its graceful dancethin branches flow with the breeze An unkept wooden fencestruggles to perform its only roledecades of neglectturned panels to obstacles Creaking and moaning panelsyield to the wind’snear constant demands The melody of the treein harmony withContinue reading “The Willow”