Walking alone by the roadside, I meander...
Yes, sometimes you just have to take the leap and I did just that.
Late morning writing time...now just need to open up the journal a few more pages in. My writing inspiration this morning combines the summer sun, tea, a well worn journal and beyond these things lies gardens of flowers and a rugged mountainside. More gardening work awaits of course; it is ongoing throughout the summer. But … Continue reading Late Morning in June
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