Friday, December 12, 2014


Fractured light
swans along the hills,
Leaps and ebbs
like feathered fire.
Knee deep in wooded awe, 
we peer into the lapis haze above.
Divine artist, roaring 
down the corridors of time
burning cold as serpent's scales,
Your hands, your brush, they crackle.
Touch you, and we burn;
Look on you, we stay.
You charm us with your song,
Asking nothing for our passage 
but our love.

Thursday, December 4, 2014



Under the moon of the fairy night
When the days are short 
And the stars are bright,
On a puff of air and a sea of red
They rend the veil
From the Land of Dead.
Before, behind, betwixt, between,
In the nether world,
They bloom unseen --
A ghost, a thought, a root, a stem,
A silent bud,
An unsung hymn.
Shake off the veil and beat the drums!
Let cymbals play, 
For angels come!

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Sing Thanks

Sing Thanks

Little creature on the tree,
Are you thinking thanks like me?

Sow and reap, cook and stow,
Washing dishes as I go,

Wondering when I see,
Feathered wonder on the tree,

If you remember, if you know 
Gratitude from long ago

For the good gifts God does bring?
Lift your throat and with me sing.

Monday, November 24, 2014

The Long Way


Today, the road is muddy,

I recall it smooth, 
But was it?

Always there were stones.
I bear them in my flesh. 

See the blue 
Under ropey skin?

That's hope I carry with me.
Who says you can't go home?

Photo prompt
Thanks, Tess!

Sunday, November 16, 2014



When words have gone
And brushes dried up in their jars,
I play the cards.
Where nothing matters,
Nothing is at stake.
When the cards are bad,
Just shuffle.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Child of Time

Of time
To me;
Fresh faced child,
With me
Once again.
Apple cheeks grow thin,
Bright eyes dim,
Child of mine,
Don't run,

Tuesday, September 30, 2014



You are framed in finest gold;

Brilliant pigments run you through.

Ancient beauty, but not old --

You are framed in finest gold.

Swirled and flourished stories told

By the manuscript of you,

You are framed in finest gold,

Brilliant pigments run you through.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Light in Darkness

This is something I've wanted to draw/paint since I recently read a passage in a Louise Penny novel that uses the image of a moth's battering itself against a porchlight. It didn't occur to me to write it until I saw a prompt at d'Verse Poets. I still will draw it. That's next on my list. Meanwhile:


As for the Light in Darkness,

it's only just

a bare bulb promise

against which the lonesome soul

taps and taps 

her insistent longing

in an inevitable song 

of the night.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


I give the earth,
indescribable as it is,
soft words
to catch the hem
of these wide cotton skies.

What else have I to share?

I am small and simple
as the prayer I breathe;

Even the ivy sings more sweetly.

Little art I own
to claim my place
that I should walk rightly
in this vast and wondrous world.

My words, soft as air,
are the humble gifts I offer.
Poor widow's mite,
what else have I to share?

Friday, August 22, 2014

If they gunned me down

Photo from Internet images. 

If they gunned me down,
ripping through my head,
would they leave me there
for dead, afraid my years would
would snatch them up?
Is walking in these old white bones
crime enough?

Everybody knows how they are.
I'm not prejudiced, but...
old white women, capped
and dyed and tucked!
You can't disguise deceit.
They're Dangerous, not Us.

Would they let me bleed,
if they gunned me down
because I'm white and old?
Would I lie there dead and cold,
and would they ever see
a human heart shot through?

If they gunned me down
If they gunned me down,

I saw this quote on Unvirtuous Abbey: "For those who say, 'I'm not prejudiced but...,' Let us pray!"