Thursday, November 16, 2017



So the pressure is on. 
It's time to make the Thanksgiving meal.
It must be festive, traditional,
delicious, ideal.

The groceries must be bought.
Recipes gathered up.
The table properly set,
with each plate and cup.

But what if the turkey
refuses to thaw?
What if the oven breaks,
and that bird is still raw?

The stuffing is soggy.
The gravy gets spilled.
The potatoes are lumpy.
No plates are filled.

Take a deep breath
and say a prayer.
Be thankful for blessings;
and for family gathered there.

And when you realize
just how lucky you are,
you'll see it  doesn't matter
if dinner is below par.

Call up the pizza shop
on speed dial,
and dinner will arrive
in a little while.

Don't worry about the food.
Don't stand on ceremony.
Rejoice in your blessings,
and make room for pepperoni!

Even though, at first, 
it can be hard to see.
Remember, remember,
there's always plan B.

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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Wednesday, November 8, 2017



Fall is the time when the trees become
like your eccentric Great-Aunt Irene.
One day: conservative, quiet, sedate,
dressed in a dignified, dark green.

The next: crazy, wild, inhibitions gone,
parading around, making a scene.
Flamboyant in yellow, orange, and red.
Life's too short to always wear green.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

I'll Be Back!

Hello readers. I have been selected for jury duty for the next two months. This experience is going to require a great deal of time. As a result, I am taking a temporary blog break. I hope you will come back again when I return in November.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

We Are All Miracles

We Are All Miracles

Bits of buttery, pale yellow pollen
powder the inside of a pink lily.
Few will even notice 
except, perhaps, the bees and me.

God stirs up a sunset with his own recipe.
Ingredients?...He uses only three!
Air, sunlight, and wisps of clouds
become pink and blue swirling art
displayed in the sky for everyone to see.

We are nothing but insignificant grains of sand
on an infinite beach next to the infinite sea.
Why were we deemed necessary
in this grand scheme of things?
Why were we chosen to live, to love,
to breathe, and to be?

I'm not sure why, but for whatever reason, 
we are part of the plan.
Our lives intertwine with each creature, each flower, each tree.
We are all miracles made up of music, color, and mystery.
We are magic, math, beauty, and symmetry.
We are all miracles.

Sunday, July 16, 2017



A time to take a break
from the weight
of everything
that is dragging you down.
A chance to see things
you've never seen.
An opportunity
to go somewhere new;
to get out of town.

Leave your footprints behind
as your calling card
in the soft, wet sand
of the beach.
Within a day,
they'll wash away,
and you'll be gone,
once again out of reach.

Yes, for a while, 
it is fun to forget your frustrations
while you frolic 
in the ebb and flow of sea foam,
but the best thing ever about vacation, 
has always been 
remembering how nice it is 
to return home.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017



In search of an audience,
he followed after us, 
from lamp post to tree top,
as we walked on the path down below.

He serenaded us
with his whole repertoire!
Who knew that one bird, singing solo,
could put on such a show?

I suppose there are some 
who would call him a thief,
because the songs that he sings
are all stolen, you know.

But, I can't throw shade
on such a talented crooner.
His melodies were flawless.
His range was wide--high to low.

Although his music was borrowed,
he shared it with much joy.
He sang with a full heart.
What a thrill, indeed! It delighted us so.

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We were on vacation last week at Virginia Beach. While we were there, I had the chance to see and hear a mockingbird. I took the picture above of it. I'm sorry the picture isn't very clear. If you'd like to see some better pictures of mockingbirds; learn more about them; and hear their songs, click here

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Garden Dancing

Garden Dancing

The Lords of Clematis gather
hoping to share a dance,

with the Rhododendron Ladies,
(if they are given a chance).

King Iris stands tall and steady
in his royal robes of purple and white.

Queen Peony is puffed and ready
to dance away the night.

Cat's Ears Minions mingle, 
crowding just beyond the gate.

They're hoping to catch a glimpse
of the royal heads of state.

The Lords bow to the Ladies.
The Ladies allow themselves to be led.
King Iris, so majestic,
 barely nods his head.

Queen Peony, so festive,
dances any way she pleases.
The minions join in at last, 
swaying to the rhythms 
of the breezes.