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The brilliant yellow-orange flames dance wildly,Flickering, flirting, frolicking,feral and full of energy.She licks the air with her ever-forking tongues,Wafting her hot breath, warming the nightA happy flare – a spirited glow.But gaze down deeper; peer intently into her heart.There you’ll find a calmer blaze of blue.Almost serene; a tender mother.Yet blue burns better than blonderContinue reading “Blue”

She awakens at the crack of dawnHer frosted, pale and shimmering nightgownmelting languidly to the frozen floor.She reaches one arm upstretching, reaching toward the sunrisethe other hand tucked behind her head,A mangled, tangled mess of knotted hairquivering as she unfolds herself from dreamy, wintery sleep. She graces her barish framewith a dressing gown of mistyContinue reading “Of Frock and Field”

Within my hands I hold a cuponce held within another setAnd pirouetted round aboutThen formed into a hollow shapeA muddy hand pulled out the handleEarthenly etched the design in glazeThose fingers, rough and laden downwith clay beneath his shortened nailsWisely placed the vessel deepWithin the fiery depths of kilnAnd waiting just about enoughRetrieved his artContinue reading “A Dawn Companion”

“We lift them to the Lord!” Once upon a time, a grieving mother went in search of beauty.These are a few of the images that captivated her heart. August 2026G&P,-SF

I went to cut back the herb garden today. The basils with their flowering stacks of seeds were up to my shoulders and the sage has become woody.  The fennel has sprouted big, yellow flowers and the oregano, thyme, and tarragon has become lost somewhere beneath the tangle of taller things.  It’s certainly time toContinue reading “About Caterpillars”

All of the babies, big-cheeked and wrinkled,Mothers abide on cloud-nine,All of the birth stories sweet and joy-sprinkled,All of the babies but mine. All of the cuddles, the snuggles, the nuzzles,Fathers as proud as a pine,Siblings welcome this new piece of their puzzle,All of the babies but mine. All of the sniffles, the whimpers, the giggles,NewContinue reading “All of the Babies”

I grew up in the Jesus Freak era.You know the one? Jesus t-shirts, WWJD bracelets piled on my wrists, debating evolution on the school bus, boldly declaring to any who would listen (or who wouldn’t, for that matter!) “Jesus loves you!” Gosh, I love that girl.  She was so young, so on-fire, so innocent. BackContinue reading “The Alabaster Box”

Ol’ Vintage Corelle,Common treasure of generations,How many meals have you held? Good Ol’ Corelle,Not the source of nutrition,But a foundation for flavors to meld. Ol’ Dainty Corelle,Pretty in simple plainness,You dependably bear daily bread. Sweet Ol’ Corelle,Consistent in sameness,You keep worldwide families fed. Ol’ Faithful Corelle,On the table you dwellPresent through bounty and bare, BelovedContinue reading “Ol’ Corelle”

I let the garden go to weeds this year.  I didn’t mean to, honest!  But grief begged me for flowers, then turned its back on the more responsible, fruitful spaces.  I couldn’t seem to muster the motivation to brave the work and heat just for tomatoes and cucumbers, when the front gardens promised such varied,Continue reading “Taking Back the Garden”

There’s a burden upon the depths of my soul;I’ve been struggling to name it.It’s complex. It’s heavy.Like an anchor, pulling me down.I’m wearing of carrying it.Stopping to rest – to switch my slipping, stinging hands.I’ll stretch my back a moment,But take not a step forward without picking it up again. There’s a burden upon theContinue reading “The Watering Can”