shave and a haircut . . . . (no bits)
research
does anyone know where hummingbirds come from?
outside
1. sometimes the whole world holds its breath. 2. i sat outside to take my morning tea. everyone wanted to be there – even the geese.
words that…
i need words the words that say more than pictures do, words that script colors on white with only black and white words that tell what happened what happens what happens next words that express feeling and sadness that give…
Villanelle: The Light and the Springtime, A Romance
She sings in color, the alluring Light, over snow-covered mountains, the water, the plains, and all the while, Springtime, she dances through woodlands, under ice, to the lilt of light’s sweetest refrains. She sings in color, the alluring Light, painting…
Morning Tea
I’m waiting for Joy again. She has been invited for tea – and crumpets – if she’d like to visit my warm house this morning. The sun has already arrived, but Joy is late; perhaps the cold night was too…
I Love – And Why
My Eternal King My God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heaven thereby, Nor yet because who love Thee not must die eternally. Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear…
Sunset
Here is where the gold gets all tangled up in brown, dancing tangos with the crimson in the old, tired oaks. -July 27, 2011 I hate being a writer sometimes. You think you have inspiration, and it stops after one…
Bare
When everything strips down bare and I stop trying, I smile again, involuntarily when I’m not fighting, meeting expectation. There is a comfortable – almost delightful – blur around the bare edges of my life that leaves me smiling. My…
Painting
REACH for a brush to stroke magic SWEEP vibrant life across blank canvas COLOR white with aubergine imagination DANCE through worlds all the way home SING the hued heart songs everyone knows BREATHE long and deep like babies do BE…