Friday, October 18, 2019

in the quiet

in the quiet when the
mind is rolling
thoughts leaping

we see

we see,
while in repose
that which eludes us
when hectic
takes the helm

we shine

we shine in colors soft and muted
we shine in vibrance,
never diluted.
we shine in colors bright
that sing.
we shine when it is
joy we bring.

Monday, October 14, 2019

national dessert dazed

tis national dessert day
looky looky
our own private stash
of pumpkin biscotti
and cookies
gonna eat em like i just
don't care.
p.s. old women don't like to share😛

shadow pretty

shadow pretty,
she believes
in the world that
lives between
the leaves.

a flower cries

a flower cries not from the sadness of leaving
but from the joy of having been

a parfait sky

did you ever
want to fly
in a parfait sky
rich colors
caressing your wings
as the world
goes by.

flashes of

flashes of brilliance
against a backdrop
of resilience

Friday, October 11, 2019

how did i not know

how did i not know that it is the real
that sustains
that fills the crevasse
with warm, needed  nectar.

earth mother laments

When the earth mother created this planet,
For man and all creatures
A garden was borne, of her beautiful features
A haven of habitats varied,
nurtured with care
Embraced by the blue green of the sea
the blue greys of sky and air
The deep browns of the mountains
The harsh desert sands
icy whitish extremes
of the vast frozen lands
and now she sits watching
her world slip away
the animals she cherishes
nearing their last days.

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

if life

if life were a series
of fit and starts
would each one be
by a beat

Monday, October 7, 2019


Pinklet open
I am hoping

🎼🎶the music🎶🎼

The music of fall touches us all

Autumn doves

Autumn doves
Sweet gentle hues
As autumn pays
Apres summer


our wings are how we survive
their strength is what keeps
us alive
though our living is made
by the act of flight
sometimes in the air
we take delight
we soar so high
we swoop so low
our wings take us
where we need to go.
flights of fancy
are a luxury we cannot
the secrets of flight
we will never divulge


we can find grace
in the most unexpected

Sunday, October 6, 2019

look behind

i cannot tell you where it went
how it went
how it was misspent
the time a gift we
do not understand
until it slip
out of our hands.

like flowers

each moment i see
bells look like flowers
flowers like bells
that count down the

Friday, October 4, 2019

we feel

we feel the pressures of the world
outside this little cubbyhole that we
call home.
but as a team
we always dream
and dreams are what
feed our souls
as we face whatever,

as clouds

as clouds might form
in the sky above
sunlight warms
and warm

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

happy octcrowber

september flew away
so fast
30 days now in
the past.
now an octcrowber
to remember...
before the attack
of november


Sunday, September 29, 2019

how i see

how i see the world
where my living is done
do i find the time
perhaps there
is none.
or so i say
then fly

we sit

we sit in silent
sunlit reverie
no thoughts
to contain
our harmony.

the little leaf

the little leaf,
its life suspended
as it waits to fall
now that summer
has ended.

Friday, September 27, 2019

the bee

the does not reconstruct
the bee does
what  it has to do.
a short, arduous existence
not punctuated by flights of

if a poem were like this flower

if a poem were like this flower,
exquisitely detailed in its simplicity.
a standard hard
to maintain.
perhaps a  glimpse of such
beauty is
not worth the
she asks herself,

Wednesday, September 25, 2019


I begin to see what you mean to me
Although you did not want my company
I begin to see what i meant to you
A world of dreams that did not come true
Peace comes or does not on its
Own terms and in its own time
Not as deliberate as this rhyme

Monday, September 23, 2019

garage eagles speakmore

from up here we see
your metal boxes
go by.
when we hear your sounds
up here,
we fly.
but if one of us
is slower
and moves, last,
can you be more careful
no need to drive
so fast!!!!

garage eaglespeak

consider us as you will.
but we are here,
surviving still.
so at least can
you appreciate
how we love life, too
we are sentient beings
just like you!


water drops
don't ever stop.
the beauty we miss
is by nature,

Sunday, September 22, 2019

the bugs of bond parc

the bugs of bond park
doing what they do
as cars and people
busily stream through.

Friday, September 20, 2019


we are the last
the season almost
time comes and goes
only heaven knows.

Monday, September 16, 2019

garage eagle cubbyhole love

it is you i see
when my heart
seeks home.

footsbird ballet too

if life were a symphony
of rhythm and rhyme
how would you dance
your time.

we world

the world outside confuses
not perhaps what one chooses
but partners you and i
as we perch and or fly.
nobody loses.

Saturday, September 14, 2019

wafting kisses

a wafting kiss
an anemone on land
a sweet remembrance
always on hand.


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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.