A butterfly passed Between cars today Evading traffic Not long to stay Happy and yellow She fluttered above The line of metal Cars desperate to get From here to there All too unaware Of the beauty In the sky With a wistful “Hello,” And a cordial “Goodbye,” On tissue paper wings She flies
Endless puffy clouds Float on hope This fine day But the wind Not they Decide how long In the end They’ll stay Fairweather friends
You comfort me, yet you scare me. I’m drawn to your warmth and cautioned by your heat. Your vibrant colors are a masterpiece before my eyes. The dull ashes left behind, a reminder of the true cost of your beauty. Contained and controlled, I appreciate you. Wild and merciless, I fear you. Your presence sustains… Read More Fire and Ash
In a reflection What do you see? Is that the future or past Staring back at me? Secrets… It does surely hold; Of unknown stories Not yet told. Study the details; Are they really the same? Or does the reflection Answer to a different name? Now viewed together Another image you’ll see. Each looks like… Read More Reflection
We’ve all heard laughter is good (sometimes the best) medicine. In our current world of upheaval and uncertainty of what tomorrow holds, it is that much more important to embrace moments of happiness, lightheartedness and humor, now more than ever. A recent example of recognizing all opportunities to break through the seemingly endless bombardment of… Read More You’ve Got Mail!
Bright, radiating and buxom; dynamic rays aim down. Vibrant, azure and expansive; an expertly painted backdrop. Fluffy, white and scattered; performing a whimsical dance. Vast, chilled and merciless; never-ending, crashing below. Rigid, harsh and constructed; laboring strength to display the next. Designed, forged and formed; enticingly intricate scrollwork. Natural, sketched and reflected;… Read More A Deconstructed Photo
Are you the kind of person to see more than the tangible nature of normal, everyday things? I’ll start out by admitting right away – I am! From things that go bump in the night, to a fluttering butterfly that saunters by and seems to linger near my shoulder just a little too long, I… Read More More than a Flash in the Pan
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