A Poem — I hear… No sound but nature As I sit in my yard, Yellow ragwort bursting into bloom, The creek singing, soothing, As it tumbles over rocks and tree roots. The birds… Sing in the trees, Flitting, chirping, calling Towhees, chickadees, cardinals. …

First place winner in The Lark’s poetry contest — Milkweed and ironweed Bloom purple and yellow in the afternoon sun. Zebra and black swallowtails, Little azures and cabbage whites, Monarchs and admiral butterflies, Dance gracefully around the heads of men Wearing grungy hardhats and goggles. Men of construction, Men of “progress,” Men carrying instruments, That will cause death and demise, — Death…

A poem for Saturday Poetry Prompt — I find myself just staring into a future That’s bleak and unreal. A future minus a few distractions And without either of your hands. I hear your voice, See your face, But somehow you are not here. If only we had known, that, The last time we were together Would be…

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 Poem — Scattered showers, the forecast said, Light, occasional rain. The shower comes from the west. The sound of the rain, Of water splashing on thousands of leaves, Of thousands of trees in the forest, Carries down the hilltop, reaches my ears. It starts far away At first, I think it is just…

A Poem — Forever: 1. without ever ending; eternally. 2. continually; incessantly; always. Dictionary.com Forever *A fragrance sweet, forever true.* What is everlasting? The sun shines always, Water flows eternally to the ocean, I will love you forever… Forever A concept unimaginable to finite beings. Forever is a day, forever and a day, Human beings do…

An Essay for May’s Writing Prompts — How are you? No, really, how are you? That is how May’s prompt post for KTHT started. The prompts followed: but I couldn’t get past that first question. I am ok. But, I’m not ok. I am sitting alone in my living room on a beautiful spring day watching the…

A Poem — An April shower roles in With gentle gusts of wind raindrops blow through limbs of trees bursting with blooms. Pink crabapple petals Billow en-masse, rise up in a cloud Softly float to the ground. Dampness from the shower Causes the petals to adhere To every surface: pink gemstones., …

a monoku poem —