Tag Archives: Poetry

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”

Beauty All Around

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”

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”