early morning, just
before the rain is when my
soul knows gentle calm

it's hard to believe
something so innocuous
soon turns magical

close your eyes, make a
wish, blow, scatter components
and find your hankie

snowballs in April,
pick them by the handfull and
toss them like balloons

look at the essence
of a tree, stripped down, naked,
leaves just a memory

how wonderous, to look
at everything and to see
unique everywhere!

on the highway, straight
ahead, like a mirage, stood
three distant crosses

one for you and one
for you and one for you till
my chest is empty

someday, I'll write in
my autobiography
about the red buds

dark, murky water
quicksand catches me because
I hesitated

no snow has fallen
though temperature dives
we huddle together
until daytime arrives

in search of color
combinations, one is found
outside my front door

a chorus of frogs
sang ballads, stirring my heart
to follow my love

blink! and this moment
is gone; click, click, click, download
I try to hold on

dainty flowerheads
lovely bluebells herald spring's
abundant landscape

Awash in a sea
of bluebells, senses refreshed,
and my soul revived

Magical land holds
civil war stories among
Virginia bluebells

when you think about
it, there are lots of trappings
that come with "freedom"

what's on the surface
matters, but what is hiding
motivates raw nerves

Formidable storm,
Poseidon, unflinching, just
takes it all in stride

Easter Morning Brunch

The pulp
was palpable
so the juice
remained
as it was poured,
half-full
in the bloom
on the stem
of the fancy
crystal glass.

But I like
the pulp,
he said,
chewing his
juice
and swallowing
with hard
little gulps.

Then you
can have mine
I told him,
averting my eyes
from the
ceremonious
chewing
of Easter
OJ.

I focus my
attention
on my own plate,
spread a dab of
smooth
wabi sabi
on an English muffin
slab,
and feel like a bad egg
for the rest of Easter.

last night I dreamed I
was a mermaid, and woke to
the scent of the sea

At Wegmans one day
I overheard two ladies,
one older than me
and one taller than me,
both slimmer than me,
talking about squash
blossoms.

Although I wasn't
part of that earnest discussion,
and I certainly didn't particularly
want to be older,
I found some squash
blossoms
and brought them home.

I went online
to look for a recipe,
wondering if they
contained some magical
ability that would
make me taller
and slimmer.

They really didn't
make me slimmer
but I stood a little taller
the next time, at Wegmans,
when I was able to
participate in an
earnest discussion
about squash
blossoms.

Thank You for this day,
and for all of the blessings
of Easter morning!

calm serenity
vanishes as a bolting
jet soars through the clouds