Friday, September 28, 2018


little lady bristletoe
stops by each day
to say hello.
she does not feel the
need to say much more,
this plant that looks like
a dinosaur.

a wall of fall

a wall of fall
and that is all.


a chance for reflection
what do i see
a world without
or within

Wednesday, September 26, 2018


the summer, missed
as autumn nudges
in so gently, her way.

Monday, September 24, 2018


oh so


she eked her way through life. she did what had to be done to keep herself from drowning.
decades passed. memories resurfaced in comes and goes.
she went on. whatever normal was, eluded her.
in bed, in the dark, unable to sleep...she remembered many things, most worthy of being forgotten. scratches on vinyl once pretty and pristine...her music almost gone.
social media...a world at the tip and tap on ones fingers...
so she looked and there he was, public profile...this the same man with that brazen and proud way he had bragged to a mutual acquaintance about the night he raped her.
or perhaps he subconsciously wanted to be "caught" by this #metoo moment in our collective conscience as a society.
she stared at his much aged visage..
his eyes, now smiling.
his eyes on the night that he violated her; cold, dead. dangerous.
emboldened, she shared.

to you i give

i give to you
whatever i find
wherever i go
you are in my
heart and mind.

squawk softly and carry a big stick😎

Sunday, September 23, 2018


a hint
of  how
we perceive
what we


she sat in awe
of all she saw
eyes and heart
far apart.

Friday, September 21, 2018

lovey dove

lovey dove
what  do you do
what does the
world feel like
to you.
what do you
what do you
your beauty brings us
good cheer!


nestled here away from time
the sunlit seconds
so sublime
but soon the warmth of air
will recede
time always wins
in deed and indeed.

Monday, September 17, 2018

shaggy petalfall

if ever there was a shaggy petalfall
what would happen to it all
would it in winters doldrums
the answer basically...
anyone's guess

dusty blows away

dusty blows away the pain
when she comes back
she goes away

Saturday, September 15, 2018

we dance

we dance in air
of night
sweet daylight
we dance.


your love a wreath
around my heart
so tender warm
even when we part,

Friday, September 14, 2018

this is the view

this is the view
that you once knew

Tuesday, September 11, 2018


so swirls the soft
when spirits aloft
beneath the ecru
many feelings
bright colors,
now dormant
in shades of subtle
when the gentle is
more than

Monday, September 10, 2018

walk gently..repost

walk gently

walk gently upon our precious earth,
spread love and goodness
a lifetime's worth
share only what you wish
to receive
be forthright and decent
try not to deceive
avoid those who
by toxicity live
just keep on walking
away, as you forgive
do not look back
the past is done
point those feet forward
a new day has begun

Sunday, September 9, 2018

baby fluffkins

baby fluffkins
as she learns
which way to go
which direction
to turn.

love banner repost

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

Thursday, September 6, 2018

orange eye

orange eye
what i see
grace and beauty

freedom is

freedom is,
as i see
the right to agree
or disagree.
freedom is the right
to speak
stand up or kneel
for what you believe
be you strong or weak
freedom is more than
a right,
it is a gift
too often taken for granted
or given short shrift
so while we swim amongst
the tangles and snarls
of our world view.
we embrace our freedom
and to our freedom we say
thank you!

pretty camaraderie

so pretty our camaraderie
on this branch
our little ranch.

the landscape

the landscape underneath
this tree
a bed of concrete
for my feet.
this is where
for now
i want to be.
then i shall
most pigeonly

how dandy

how dandylion
how she never

Monday, September 3, 2018

still sweet

still sweet the summer
even as she inches
autumn too wants to

Saturday, September 1, 2018


please do not look at me
you might find my vulnerability.
the gentle soul i wish to hide
one cannot get hurt if nobody
ventures inside.


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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings