flock

city streets
cars wheels
people
with
heels
other animals
around the clock
we work this
landscape
as a flock.

flight

so high am i
whatever
you build,
more,
i soar.

beauty

beauty,
though intricate
in design,
quite simply
pleases.

little moustachio

little moustachio
dreams
he is a pistachio.

save the frog day april 30 2016

your world is busy
fast paced and loud.
running to catch
up with your lives
and whatever your crowd.
but in the middle of this
far and near,
we frogs and amphibians
are starting to disappear.
the croaks and the ribbits
the folklore you created...
without your help
to extinction we are
fated.
we are important to
your world
as you are to we.
so step up to the
lily pad plate
and join the
advocacy.

thank you.

love is

♥love is the power that never dies
that never says never
that always tries.
love is the power
we wish all knew
love is what
makes our deepest
wishes
come
true♥

lichen

dancing rain
do drops
dew,
a magical leaf lichen.....
who knew?

pink colorsplash

sometimes life feels like
a pink colorsplash
a bit of this
and of that,
a dash.

the power we see

the power we see
comes from behind
the eyes,
that see it.

do you stare still

do you stare still as stone
at what you are shown,
or do you look away...
with something
to say.

pincorsage

she dreamed of proms
pink corsage...
a far away place
from life's
barrage.

dandylines

she closed her eyes and pretended
that woes
when blown about like dandelions....
go.

colorfeeleds

if life were like a color field.
sunlit, smiling
moments,
ahead.

the earth

the earth is our mother. we awaken warm in her embrace. we need her and she needs us....be there, love our world and all the magical beings that inhabit this divine space. it is not a given but it was given to us...a gift to be treasured, and protected.

the clock ticks, the hands churn a sad song...take the earth's tears, dry her eyes and help to restore the glory that she is.

doves cry purple tears...for prince

doves cry tears
of purple
music silently
mourns
another star
in heaven.
the skies,
adorned.

rest in peace.

miracles

miracles,
large and small.
miracles,
surround us
all.

to earth...the miracle that it is.

earth

we celebrate our mother earth
the beauty of life, all around.
the wonders that soar in the skies,
swim the seas or walk
on the ground.
we honor this gift
the miracle we share
our home, our earth our friend.
and in gratitude and humility,
this world we will
forever defend.

herbane

through metal mountains of
rock and glass,
we navigate this urban
pass.

adrift

though far adrift of her dreams
she has found her ground.

when

when love inhabits all corners of your world,
your world is always full.

why

why not be kind.
why not be real.
why not share
the goodness
that you feel.
♥

garden

when oft she sits.
alone,
adrift.
brought back
by beauty's
bounty.

squ-world

there is a big world
out there for me
to indulge my
curiosity.

the world is

the world is
how we live it,
what we take
from it, and

what we give it.

in quiet moments

in quiet moments
i define
that which i never
dared to opine.
as what would happen
when life strips away
the ability to slide
easily through each day.
when dawns recede
into that night.
will i venture out
alone
or sit shivering
in fright.

♥love♥

we are humbled by the purity, beauty and grace that is the heart and soul of animals.

clusters

surrounded by
sensory contradictions,
challenges seen
and those yet to
unfold,
we stand here,
together.
until we
grow old.
and then we fall down
each petal
a tear.
but grateful we are,
for our moments,
here.

mothflower

i am a flower
or a moth,
two living beings
cut from both the same
and a much
different,
cloth.

lush

so lush the thoughts
when driven by love.
a world of beauty,
reopens.

a heart

a heart beats
a sound is heard
the music of love.
without a single word.
we share this gift
with our animal
brothers and friends
and for them we will
fight…
until the need for this
fight
ends♥

parfait

parfait,
perfecto
in blue
with tree sprigs
on the side.

vel-vita

a study in velvet
soft cushions
for the soul.

flower or snail

am i the shell
of a snail,
or am i a
flower.
the realm of the
real...
or imagination's
power.

she took

she took the sadness
that was all her world
and in a tight ball
of tears,
she curled.
and when she lifted her head
and reached out to
others in need.
the healing began
in deed and indeed♥

what spot be clouds

what spot be clouds
she looks within
to find the soothing
places,
outside.

whirlybirds, shadows and purple ribbons

whirlybirds, shadows
and purple ribbons
we are thankful
for this day
we are given.

prettyhidden

prettyhidden do not shy away.
the world could use
your kindness.
today.

threeweeds

we do not go by
the name you decide.
this is our time to shine
and we are not
going to hide.
so smile at our faces
how we look like
the sun....
we inhabit many places
and we like to have
fun!

a tree held dreams

a tree held dreams
too many wishes,
it seems.

flowers are

each flower is
a seasonal sonnet
with joy the rains
fall
and the sun
shines upon
it.

candlebreath

candlebreath
i hold you close
as dreams allow
so far they come.

slow loris

i am part of the endangered animals chorus.
i am a slow loris.
though cute you think i be,
i do not belong in your company.
so please do not let me
be plied and played
by those in the so called
pet trade.

thank you♥

do you sea

do you sea anemone
when imagination
dances,
so flagrantly.

the floor pidgeketeers

we are the four pidgeketeers.
we are in charge of
everything here.

lovebanner

your love,
by others
cannot be
defined.
they do not
beat with
your heart,
nor do they
live in
your mind.

wavers and favors

wavers and favors.
the tangle of rules,
strewn about
haphazard they blow.
while
in your own way...
you grow.

stand

life and dark moments
it has,
it is.
life will throw
what it can.
it will
even still
do not be you
felled by any or
all.
look up
with eyes
forward,
as you stand
your most
tall.