Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holiday's. In fact, it might just be my very favorite holiday. It's the meal, the memories, being together and pushing back real life for just one day. It's a magical time, a time for being still, reflecting, talking with family, really talking, and maybe more importantly, for listening. It's the opening act of the holiday season. I'm so thankful for it all. Have a Happy One!

Andrew Wyeth

Poetry For the Eyes

A rose by any other name ...


Well, I don't exactly love their name, but I do love them.

Very rose-like, but beautiful on their own.

Poetry for the eyes.
Photo by Flirty Fleurs

Sunday, November 20, 2016

We Were the Book

Beloved books,
A great room.
Content, joy.
A spot more dear than life.
We were the book.

(A found poem, gathered at 1 am)

Saturday, November 19, 2016

December To February ~ Nature's Reverie

With the changing of the seasons, I adore fall and all it's charms, and I can abide winter if I complain just a little about the cold and ethereal days, ...which do have their charms, but they get to me. As winter approaches, I start to complain to myself that the bitter cold is coming, the birds will soon be gone, the flowers are dying, (except the rose currently blooming in the yard), and on and on. But then I realize that nature needs it's own kind of reverie, just like I do. A lot of it. Like from December to February. And I need to give her that room to restore herself. So while she reveries, I need to find things to keep myself busy, until spring comes and I'm restored to my reverie, in the offerings nature gathered for herself in the bleak winter.


Thursday, November 17, 2016


thankful, hopeful, graceful, novemberful,
cheerful, wonderful, turkeyful novemberful,
peaceful, grateful, charitible, novemberful,
beautiful, prayerful, autumnful, novemberful.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

To Be A Tree

when i come back,

in my next life,

it won't be as a medieval wife,

it won't be as a rosebush or,

a butterfly, cloud, or kitchen door,

the plan for me, you may forsee

is to come back next as a tree,

a tree is tall and stretches high,

to view the azure colored sky,


not only that, you also know,

trees are time travelers,

they've see it all,

they watch and learn, and glory be,

they are so glad to be a tree.



Standing Rock

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016