A Photo Journey — On July 28, I found a dead female Rosy Maple Moth in my kitchen. I knew it was female because she had laid her eggs on a scouring pad beside her and then died there. I love moths (and butterflies), but I especially love these adorable little pink and yellow…

A Poem — Late spring sun blasts down: hottest day of the year so far. My face, shoulders burn. But the trees’ shade changes the valley, the world Into a cool oasis. Cooling breezes blow down the mountains’ slopes, Swirl down the valley’s depths. The breezes caress trees’ leaves: They dance, shiver with excitement. Leaves…

A Prose Poem for the Prompt: let there be night — Over the city, over our human place, over the earth, a full harvest moon of October rises. It hangs silently in the greying sky, a shining gold pendant floating in a darkening sea. A Moon Goddess floating in a sea of black. I, a small dot of a human, grounded…

A Poem for the Word A Day Prompt — From upstream, Out of the mists of ages it appears, Symbol of change, Representation of metamorphosis, Dragonfly! Ancient insect of mythical lore Skims down the middle of the stream, Glides down the creek bed, Darts from tip of grass, To daisy, To willow branch, Lands on a warm sunny rock. …

A Poem for a Friend — The words wish to remain hidden. They stumble, fall clumsily, from my consciousness. they do not easily flow to the page as usual. My dear friend came into my life some years ago, Barely out of her teens; a little lost lamb, Struggling to find her way. Addiction had taken…

A Poem — time has changed, daylight saving time ended, a strange concept that only the humans in the USA comprehend. I walk out of the house in predawn-almost-daylight, the same “time” as the day before, but now I’m starting my workday in almost darkness. I open the front door and startle a magnificent…

A poem — Leaves fall all around Piling up on grass uncut. Uncut for a month Shadows of autumn-colored leaves fall, Dance on the tall grass. Shadows cast by the noon sun Wind-blown shadows drift. Leaves dance, flutter, twirl, and fall. Something else catches the eye. In the shadows of the leaves, Camouflaged, Orange butterflies: fluttering still, In the tall grass and falling leaves. Two…

A Poem for Random Saturday (5) — Writer’s block, they call the demon: The demon that haunts me now. No new ideas, foggy brain, no motivation: I stare at a wall, with my eyes closed. Mediating, searching for a new idea. A muse: Trees, flowers, birds, nature. My muses are always the same. They call out my name, But this time…