desiring a new place to set it down to set me down could I see my old place with awakened eyes with a new story does needing a fresh start require a new place or would a divergent story suffice … Continue reading
looking through my kitchen window I notice my fig bush has grown several feet since last summer I can no longer pull down the top limbs to harvest the ripe, brown fruit when contemplating my figs, I usually think of … Continue reading
what’s so? life, energy it was here long before humans and will be here long after we are gone
assuming another identity I walked from my office desk to Atlanta’s tree-lined streets in every kind of weather escaping is why I relished my private detective work An old photo from my years of detective work. My position was … Continue reading
meditating on the front porch late afternoon sun, bathing all of me I’m mindful of sounds in and around me to my left just off the porch the soft rattling of a bird’s call the comfy purr of a black … Continue reading
under pecan tree nourishment offered wildlife a bowl of water I hope bees, fig wasp, rabbits, squirrels, birds, and cats visit the water bowl during these hot Georgia days. Doing my part to keep us all hydrated on my little piece of … Continue reading
I kept you because Black cats are least adopted My onyx of love
eleven years, gone still think of you when I see purple hydrangea My late husband planted almost all the shrubs in my yard. I think of him with deep gratitude when they bloom.
my unripe ideas promises of future joy like still green berries Photo of green blueberries in my backyard. I’m looking forward to future harvests of berries and ideas.