Earth's crammed with heaven,And every common bush afire with God;But only he who sees takes off his shoes;Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAlong the white-striped highwayCars and trucks Zip past,East and westZip past,While just there beside,Blazing Stars, Like Fourth-of-July sparklers,Fizzling and sizzlingWith purple pizazz,Shoot up (Surprise!) From the ditch grasses.In plain viewButterflies by the thousands Sip the sweet grape soda nectarCars zip past, Zip... Continue Reading →

There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.Thomas jeffersonFramed by barbed wireAugust is picture perfect withGreen grass beginning to brownAlong the pasture fence,  Set with lemony wildflowers,Alive with wind and heat,Inhabited by leggy grasshoppers,Watched over by yellow-throatedMeadowlarks singing From fence post perches, Inspected daily by gossamer-wingedDragonfly drones.

Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the bottles of heaven...? Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, that an abundance of water may cover you?Job 38:34, 37 and 38The sun slinks behind Thin grey cloudsAfternoon sky as hot as anOven waiting for loaves of breadCools with a sigh of relief Cools... Continue Reading →