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summer fading

berries on the vine
cold nip in the airs
summer softly fading
blossoms bursting seed

tree boughs gently rustle
baring their souls
as the nights grow long
full moon lingering, come dawn


Brought out the Nature Poet Kit magnets today. It is a gorgeous, sunny, cool day. But dusk is coming too soon.

Taking Time to Smell the Roses

No poetic words today, but did take some time to take in the yard outside my door. It’s the little things you know! 😉❤️🌺❤️ Have a lovely weekend!



leaves bare their pale
undersides kissed by warm
breaths of heaven beneath
cerulean skies dusted creamy
white, the trees lean, softly
swaying, while lusty cicadas’
swelling swoons ache for
a tryst, a one-day stand before
depositing their progeny in the
clay to sleep for a decade or more,
nestlings on the wing twittering
squirrels chirping, life’s symphony,
butter yellow tomato blooms on the
vine, rose petals blanketing the ground
in fragrant crimson, sublime summer
days like this happen once in a blue
moon, sometimes after a storm,
earth damp, murmuring through
the soles of your feet…breathe,
breathe it in dear heart, for
you are born of all this and
more, eden pulsing through
your veins, divinity bursting
from the deep well of your soul



they were like the sun
and the moon, their paths
only touching at dawn
and dusk, he, longing for
night, she, for the day


Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 June 2020

How could I have known last autumn that today I would find myself cocooned in a sea of green having shed mountains of dusty dross along the journey. We hadn’t planned to move, to buy a little house on a hill in the foothills. To sell the city house that had grown too large. And yet it all happened as if preordained. We were well moved in and sold the old house days before the pandemic shut the world down. The timing of it all, breathtaking in precision, though I was not fully sure any of it would happen at the time.

For months now I have sheltered in place in this healing oasis far from the hustling bustle, visited occasionally by deer and squirrels, and roused each morning by the sun peering through the trees and bird song. Who knew I needed to be here in this place in this time? I was certainly clueless at the onset of this upheaval in my life. We hadn’t planned this; most certainly, we did not, and yet…

I am amazed each day by how right it feels, how perfect, how healing. How I love the silence. How my soul swells with each breath. I am learning to how let go and be. It’s a scary thing to consider at first, but little by little this latest of life’s adventures is teaching me to trust that no amount of planning can prepare me for this. Being is powerful and awesome and dare I say, peaceful, like the calm in the eye of a storm. We speak of the calm before a storm, but I am learning that there is also a deep calm that settles to one’s bones after a storm has passed. The questions that haunt me, why, where, when, or how melt away. That there are new lessons to be learned, my teachers singing from the starry canopy at night, from the shaded hollows amist the trees, from the earth rumbling gently beneath my feet. And I am grateful, oh so grateful be here and now.

Peaceful Sunday to you. Stay safe, be well, and always, all ways be kind not only to others but to yourself!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 June 2020

I look in the mirror, on the edge
whistling empty in reverence
the breeze…a breath of peace
leaves dance on the breeze
the earth grows wild and free


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

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