Peonies from the garden on the Ridge. The deep pink ones?
Sun Dancer The dawn moon quiets my mysterious wonder into a deep palette of soft watercolors. In the concerto of the early morning sun swinging slowly, twirling in the wind, I reach to touch the dancing colors rising within.
Early winter has descended upon us in Colorado. A November blizzard and more since then has brought us into a season of quiet and white sooner than expected. In a world outside of quiet snowfalls, it is joyful to walk among summer and autumn that once was. The wood stove fire burns slowly, warmth … Continue reading Late Afternoon in Early Winter
A very special poem from my poetry collection Journey On: Beauty And Grit Along the Way. It was one of those poems that came to me so easily...I love when writing a poem can actually be almost effortless. This one was: Remnant You found me alone, yearning for the summer’s moon and encircled me like … Continue reading Remnant
Let us walk, along the mountain coast under clouds light as springtime air. There are no cares from the pouring rain that soak our way. Skies of denim blue nudged by the sea’s wind remind us to leave behind heartache and hurdle. I take your laughter and weave it with mine as the sun warms … Continue reading A Walk with the Clouds
I found this quote on a blog from the New Yorker and wondered what others think of this. Not having everything electronically at your fingertips allows for a level of serendipity that I value and encourage in life, especially when traveling. I think with technology we�re allowed to have lives filled with convenience, but when … Continue reading Tech vs Serendipity
The Workbench After the burial, I walk up to the old white clapboard house and peer with cupped hands into a cobwebbed cellar window. Inside the dank and musty interior, I see my grandfather’s once vital workbench ghostlike, scarcely lit by streaks of powdered April sunshine. His step stool once too big for me, seems … Continue reading The Workbench