Frost outlines a leaf fallen like a letter from summer.
"Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk is a miracle. Somewhere, always, a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk." Beverly NicholsLeft Behindby Elece HollisI love to find the spaces where the flowers bloom and grow,Places where once frame houses stood ... abandoned long ago.I love to... Continue Reading →
Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.Psalm 30:5A garden plot's a healing spot. I know the feel of sodWas my mother's way to say, "I've touched a bit of God." June Masters BacherAs the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common everyday blessings of our common everyday... Continue Reading →
Sycamore leafFar flung from homeAlone now,Without your kin,Among strangers.Free at last, you roam.Caught, not by binding stemTo the home tree;Caught in a new placeLow in the lowly grasses.Sights are foreign.Life is crowded still.You fluttered before;Fought furiouslyFought free; But you didn't know How to fly.Come rest against The wall, the house, The garden gate'Till you find family again.
A pie slice of blue skyShows through the Hollow trunk of a treeSunlight brightening thePlaces whereWoodpeckers chiseled holes,Bees welded combs to fill with Sweet honey, Squirrels hid nutsAnd slept through snowy weatherCurled in cozy darkness.
Don't be afraidTo turn the keyTwist the knob and push inside.Don't be afraid To take a step Open the door, open it wide.
Dog DaysThe porch swing hangs heavy.The potted plants sigh.But none is so hot norSo weary as I.The music of crickets,The buzz of the fly,Is droning unansweredTired and dry.The sun on the gardenHas dried every leaf.The vines are all withered;Gone summer’s feast.The Queen Anne has faded,Is no longer white.All life waits in stillnessFor coolness of night.We... Continue Reading →