In a Moment

In a moment I shall see the wholly beauty of thee the chartreuse forest sublime in a taunting seasonal rhyme In a moment I have laid down Horizontal lifeless brown Roots exposed to autumn air The forest sing-song in despair In a moment I stand tall Piney feathers never fall Limbs hold up a child dear An endless mission crystal clear In a moment winter will come My leaves fallen, done I’ll capture the warmth of sol Rue arrival ofRead more

SoCS: An Acceptable Medium

This past week has fallen in the middle. Somewhere between a sad low and peaceful, playful highs. In the medium category. This past Monday, my beloved fur baby and Queen of the castle, Ziva, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She had kidney failure of the kind that could not be fixed and I was not going to let her suffer. So, I let her go, sobbed my heart out, and began to fill the hole with pieces of fond memoriesRead more

#SoCS: Satisfaction in Motion

Satisfaction. Every time I ride. Anywhere I go. Paved trail, city street, gravel, in a cathedral of green. Location is everything and nothing. Biking is distraction from all that is perplexing and unanswered. An affirmation of God’s and Mother Nature’s presence on earth. It is never old. Never wrong. Never an action that embraces boredom. Always wanting for anticipation and elation. A devotion that cannot be denied. The days are leaning into autumn and becoming cooler. Shorter. Autumn is aRead more

Jell-O with an L

When I was very young, I had a hard time saying yellow. It came out as “Lell-O.” Jell-O with an L. Hello with an L. I have vague memories of the Lell-O, but the correct pronunciation eventually made its way out of my mouth and all was right in the world. Yellow was yellow again. Yellow is not my favorite color and it’s not due to the long-ago missing Y. It’s simply a matter of preferring jewel tones and blackRead more

SoCS: Breathing Seasons

Breathe in Breathe out Lungs cauterized by winter’s frozen retort Stark trees bare their darkened soul Breathe in Breathe out Lungs refreshed by spring’s unprocessed reply White birch bare their newborn green Breathe in Breathe out Lungs parched by summer’s brazen song Limbs bare their sultry, layered bark Breathe in Breathe out Lungs clear and crisp by autumn’s chameleon chatter Leaves bare their red and golden hues Breathe in Breathe out Lungs expand and collapse by pages on the calendarRead more

SoCS: Old Man Aggressive

He hides in the shadow of summer Snarls with his upper lip Waits ready, anxious to pounce with Canadian cold Hostility chases away retreating geese Gives shivers to a fading tan Takes aggressive to the edge as if he were a hungry lion Old man bitterly bites a cheek or two Whirls across smooth black tar Leaves his signature of white and never wants to leave He punches spring in the gut Sends warmth to the ground Adheres himself withRead more

Gone

Gone are the flowers of summer. Burgundy, pink and white. They lived forever, it seems. Through rain and blazing sun bright. Gone are the hues of precious petals. The colors that swathed the porch. They lived forever, it seems. And held nature’s beautiful torch. Gone are the leaves that climbed and spread. The vine as it followed its trail. They could have lived forever, it seems. Impatiens under the guise of frail. Gone are the flowers, into an empty field.Read more

Spring Buds

A tree may be lovelier than a poem, but it is nothing without its spring buds. The buds that bring life to the earth after a long winter. The buds that shout, “Hello! It’s time!” Time for beguiling beauty. Time for the richness of color. Time for Mother Earth to bless us with renewal. This past week, as I spent time walking on two different trails, I took note of the buds. Buds on the trees, buds on the bushes, budsRead more

Random Acts of Autumn

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L.M. Montgomery I am too. I have a love/hate relationship with autumn. I love the color of leaves, the crunchy cool air, the blanket of leaves on the ground, and the late farmer’s market, where there is an abundance of pumpkins, squash and root vegetables. On the other hand, autumn signals that winter is coming. I don’t know if I can say that I “hate” winter. Most often, IRead more

Wishes from a Bridge

I wish that you had been here with me upon my wooden slats to smell the remnants of summer air before the temperature crashed I wish you had heard the crunch of the dried leaves upon my boards to see them scatter just a bit in unspoken, leafy words I wish you had heard the sounds of geese flying overhead their honks of joy going south to make their winter’s bed I wish that you had walked my path the sameRead more

Cross the Bridge

Blazing, sapphire blue skies. Warmer-than-normal November days. Crispy, crunchy fall air. Gold and yellow and brown leaves that land upon the earth. The path reaches for two feet and grabs hold. It pleads a midday walk. There is little resistance. The feet say “yes!” The senses feel, hear, as the eyes shut for a moment. Then… Travelling geese sound their alert and jar the feet awake. Bicyclists, joggers and fellow pedestrians pass by. The smallish breeze whispers gently upon a woman’s face. TheRead more

April’s Buds & Brown Bits

Two weeks past, I went for a walk amidst the brown of early April. Grass seized the only color, peeking its newborn green out of a former blanket the color of straw. Trees held the first offering of spring buds, waiting to burst into naïve, pale leaves. The creek crept contentedly past a thicket of brown bits along its bank, and under the speeding wheels of a four-lane highway. Destination unknown. The path of April’s newness begins with shades ofRead more