If you’ve been to this website before, you might recognize these as previous header images and words on my front page.
Turn to the Light
Create a window
In the dark forest of thoughts
To a bright future.
Time is an Illusion
Past, present, future
All exist at the same time.
Hurry…set your clocks!
Blowing in the Wind
My blog, like laundry
Hung out fresh, wet, on the line.
My words made public.
Morning promise
After a starless night
On the grayest of mornings
The sun still rises.
Isolation
An empty park bench
A lonely white heart sending
love into the void.
Petroglyphs
Dancers, musicians,
petrified in stone. Keepsakes
from ancient cultures.
Autumn Quilt
When seen from above
The hardwood trees, leaves ripe and
Ready to pluck…or fall.
Above the Horizon
You seek perspective?
Then travel far and return.
You, your world, both changed.
Below the Equator
So south. So Latin.
Another America.
Our forgotten twin.
Argentine Tango
Move with intention.
Resist, absorb, then react
in sad, restrained defiance.
Wanderlust
The siren beckons
arousing our restless souls
“Be brave. Leave the womb.”
Autumn. Hardwood trees
Hanging their leaves out to dry
Colorful laundry.
Summer 2017
Sweet summer pleasures
Cold ice cream, fresh fruit, flowers
Delight my senses.
As our planet warms, spring rushes into summer…
One rose perfection
Unfolding petals kissed with dew
So fragrant, I blush.
Winter in NC
Chilly, cold, or warm and wet
Changeable season.
The cycle begins again
Reaching for sunlight,
We yearn for another chance.
Spring. Rebirth. Fresh start.
Stark barren landscape
Trees without leaves, frozen, stiff
Black, gray, white, and cold.
Autumn approaches
Wind whispers, rustles, and howls
Leaves float, hover, fall.
Bright yellow faces
Stretch, reaching toward the sun
The source of all life.
Snow falls on cedars
Inspiring a book title
Our world air-brushed white.
Deep layered forest,
Dark mysterious colors
Bid me to enter.
The forest is dressed
Ready for its christening
Let the blessings rain.
Short days, falling leaves
Last harvest, first frost, and next…
Winter’s cold beauty.
Red paper lanterns
Peeking between the branches
My path, my way home.
accidental goddess 