Vermillion and gold cherry leaves waggle in the gentle breeze against the brilliant blue sky. Mocking birds bicker, sparrows chirp and flock to the thickest juniper branches. scrub jays let out startling squawks. Assorted machine sounds bounce off of the surrounding hills, planes and cars on their way. Goldfinches scavange the last sunflower seeds from… Continue reading Indian Summer Afternoon
September morning moonbeams light the side of our gondola. We cruise the western horizon in our hot air balloon. Aurora fairies fly next to us and swing upon the ballast ropes. Twinkling eyes glitter in the waning dark as they speed off to greet the rising sun. Higher we rise, the naked flame of the… Continue reading September Moon Balloon
The sky is alive It smells like night Crickets chirp from juniper trees The breeze is warm Stars dazzle my eyes Hours spent counting meteorites and moving chairs around the fire Making spark people for the dogs to chase Cold sips of a malty craft brew Long, deep discussions Comfortable quiet pauses while… Continue reading Northern July Night
“Are you watering weeds?” he asked The neighbor who’s yard is bare of much green. I smiled and answered, “yes, and the flowers.” He didn’t say anything, but walked away with a smirk. Flower’s roots and seeds wake from their winter sleep, slowly they stretch up toward the sky. They aren’t always apparent, unless you… Continue reading Watering Weeds
Each time I look up, Orion swings his club a little further to the west in the night sky. Soon he will be off to his summer place, and not be up for us to see, until early morning. We will have to wake before the sun is up to see Orion rise in the… Continue reading Summer Is Coming
Winter night air, icy cold up my nose, smells of snow and clean water and brings back memories of night football games, wrapped in coats and blankets on cold metal bleachers. Winter dates, walking through snow on our way to the coffee shop for a hot drink after the movies. A midnight toboggan ride in… Continue reading Wild Winter Nights When We Were Sixteen (we lived at Lake Tahoe)
Cold scent of a clear winter night, Jack rabbit hides under shadowy sagebrush. Spare light from far off porches and a fingernail moon reflects on frost coated ground. A dog’s bark in the distance, echoes across the rocky gully. Orion shimmers in the East, his nebula like a piece of white down, floating between his… Continue reading A Long Way to Walk
She was just in her room playing with Mrs. Bunny and pink Tibby Bear. She drove out to the garden on her Big Wheel, Mrs. Bunny and Tibby on the seat. She’s standing in the flower bed, in the yellow morning light, wearing her frilly white slip with her messy blonde hair, whispering… Continue reading Into the Sunshine
Quietly they glide under every leaf carefully looking for food and thieves. The thieves steal sap from plants we love. They bite fruit and suck leaves dry. Thieves bring blights and disease. The guardians understand when their watering hole is about to be refilled. They thirstily watch and when it’s full, they… Continue reading Guardians of the Verge
Morning sun shines on the sweet Earth, slanted light casts long shadows on the path to the garden. The waning moon is high in the blue sky. My confidence increases as we pass the rocks and bushes the hose usually grabs. Water flows smoothly to the soil. By chance, a hummingbird flits overhead,… Continue reading The Hose
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