One small voice in the shift between October and November

For days, the steady pounding rain drowned out the poetry that bubbled in my soul; my small voice hobbled, stuck in the mud of an old-fashioned October. But this morning, on the cusp of November, bright stained-glass shadows dappled the sodden grass, where unexpected sun illuminated the willow in the garden disrobing yellow leaves before […]

Robin in the Garden

between yellow leaves little beady-eyed head cocked curious robin he flits from hedgerow to tree scanning for a juicy worm tiny tracks in snow leading to a holly bush blush of camouflage an overwintering guest he shelters in flowerpots romancing his mate perched upon a wheelbarrow song-trilling red breast pecking at cherry blossom among yellow […]

Flipped

It was a raging sea-magic kind of day, with thunder clouds and wind-whipped waves that made us mermaids forget salty witches. Oblivious to consequence, caught up in the rumpus, we anticipated handsome seamen snatched by squalls from a schooner’s deck, combed out the tangles in our waist-length hair and spread our glistening fish-tails on a […]