Tulip

Cool air keeps it closed
A warm touch wraps the petals
The Tulip opens

Summer Stew

Sultry summer heat
Sun wilts plant and animal
No relief in shade

Not Going Well

Gentleman caller
She paints her nails while you talk to her
Better luck next time

Beetle Crosses

Frivolity stops
A beetle crosses boy's path
He sits and watches

Best of Intentions

I want to spread Joy
Too often I disappoint
Actions are better

Kindness

Kindness comes to me,
Simple gift from a new friend,
Can I do the same?

I Need Courage

All my life: one way.
That way lead to misery.
I must trust God now.

Will They Bite?

Morning on Loon pond
Rowing my blue fishing dory
Not much happening

Morning Walk

Gentle morning rain
Walking about observing
Flowers and grass grow

The Sun

I see the sunlight
I stretch and open my arms
It's God's love for me

Friend for a Day

Dad was out walking
Nice, lost dog followed him home
pat, pat . . . have some food.

Humility

I dream of conquest
but I know my role in life:
trust God, love others

Winter's thaw

Soiled snow recedes
Dormant grass begins to perk
Welcome back sunshine!


PHOTO: DAVID BLACK

An Island Away

Blue dome overhead
White sand covers my feet here
Island crab, join me?

Plump Bird

The fat robin rests,
It snatches french fries, not seeds
I am also fat.

Photo Credit: Mary Jo McClain

Snowfall

Snow swirled last night
Wake to see a blank canvas
Paw prints are first strokes.

Time Alone

Me myself and I
I found a day for just me
What do I do now?

Mom

Other moms get old
My mom always seemed forty
Clock ticks anyway

Starting over

Nice growth for ten months
From expectation - defeat

Spade must bore again.

Boys Night

Friday night, boys night
Sons rest heads on fathers lap
Cold out there, warmth here.

Trapped Buzzard

Hawk shreds prey in flight
Rests to eat in my back porch
Stuck! I help him free.

Anger

My thoughts self -righteous
They must stay under the cap
No! red face loud voice

Ghost of Christmas Past

Christmas lived with us
I hugged kin, squeezed red cheeks, and ate
Now sad winter sits.

A Good Start

It is 8 a.m.
A book replaces chair leg
I need to fix that