a gentle breeze

spreads a dandelion faerie

far and wide

love is

as simple as that

sun halos

mom says

she doesn't know much

about anything

anymore

black friday
just another day
in the forest

november sunrise

silently inches its way

across the yard

unfolding the morning

one ray at a time

making lemonade

out of a lemon

blood moon

fall

is in the air

and all over

my deck

hot august night

after a super sunset

a super moon

Poets on Site Prompt - what's in the wind

summer 1974

in the middle of the desert

buying an Indian trinket..

a chill runs through our bodies

as the wind howls its haunted past

skyfall

the deafening silence

beyond the shore

It was a holiday, we were at the cabin enjoying morning walks, fresh air, the serene magnificence of the oaks, the blue jays, life...and then the phone rang.

memorial day

it's been five years

since you passed

still, I find it so hard

to move that mountain

Thank you for serving in the Air Force, Dad.  Your eight kids miss you.

first Spring gust

from out of nowhere

a haiku

NaHaiWriMo prompt - bump

Finally, a bit of winter has arrived in Southern California, hurried cars, auto wars, frustrated drivers forgetting the trickery, the slickery of roads, all going home at the same time, the same pace, the same rat race, fighting the sleep in a heap of wet smog, dodging a Beemer who wants to be first, is the worst, all getting there in due time, eventually, but with this rhyme we are all the same, as we drive home together in the rain.

first rain
bumper to bumper
all the way home

Small Stone - Jan 31

The fog rolls in, gently over parched hills, fading the green from the pines, changing browns into grays, turning the familiar scenery into an unknown land, yet adventurous, wanting nothing but the freedom to roam and play out its part, in the uncertainty and inevitable ways of the forest.

withering wind

again mom calls me

mom

Small Stone  -  Jan 28

It still hasn't rained in this area yet.  A few sprinkles last weekend that evaporated so fast they couldn't be measured.  These past few days the sky has filled with plenty of clouds that look promising but seemingly scatter and dissolve into the sunset, adding one more day without rain.

empty dreams..
painting pink dragons
instead

Small Stone  -  Jan 27

I went to see an elderly friend in the hospital today.  She was in a deep medicated sleep, breathing heavy, eyes silent and unaware, hands and arms bruised from all the care she was given in the ICU; remnants of a survivor of a massive heart attack.  I wondered if she knew I was there?  I couldn't wake her, no one could wake her.  Just held her hand and told her that I loved her and wished her well so we could play cards again...her favourite thing.  She didn't stir until I got up to leave.  Again, I held her hand, told her I loved her and would come visit in a few days.  With eyes still closed, she gave back the faintest, most lovely smile.

winter ocean
pulling at the sun
pulling at my heart

Small Stone - Jan 13

midwinter drought

so much orange

in today's sunset

Small Stone - Jan 11

Today, yes even on Sunday, I got a phone call from an obviously scumbag Telemarketer who asked for my stepfather by his full formal name.  He said he talked to my stepdad a few months ago about remodeling the kitchen and was following up to see if he was going to honour the contract by putting a deposit down.  I listened to his spiel about how easy it would be over the phone to use a credit card, and waited until he stopped talking and then said, "I don't know about the arrangements you’ve made with my dad but I can try to forward the message to him if you would like and he can take care of it?  The silly Telemarketer said, “I would appreciate that, Miss.  So I said, “It might take a while to get a hold of him though because he died eight years ago and I don’t exactly know where he’s at."

He hung up.

blowfish for sale

every day of the week but

never on sunday

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

new year's day

again the resolutions

I made last year