Dandelion Seeds

  He said, “Gram’s, I picked this for you.” One small outstretched hand held one dandelion that had seen better days. No longer green– Its golden petals were now full of white powdered seeds. “Do you want me to blow it,” he said, with large three-year-old eyes that still see the wonder of God’s creation. “Yes, Emmitt, blow it.” “Watch Granny,” he said, as he … Continue reading Dandelion Seeds

I Bet You Have

Have you ever heard the Dawn awaken? The calm? Cascading down your soul When morning walks in When the robins sing And the dogwoods bloom And speak your name To welcome you? I bet you have. Have you ever thought of coffee plants with waxy leaves and cherry beans when you drink your first cup?  Or pictured tea from a special garden where hands in … Continue reading I Bet You Have

Darkness and Light

I stumbled across this poem written many years ago and decided to post it. It was covering every windowpaneDarknessThick and draped and full of dustA scent of mothballsA hint of myrrhAnd along the hearth a candle burnsDripping waxCollected things adorned on nooksCoat racks and cluttered clothesBoards of oak along the floorSpores of moldAnd years of deathShe reaches up to grasp the sheathReleasing visionHer eyes are … Continue reading Darkness and Light

Son Flower Seeds

She sopped me up like a piece of bread dipped in venison gravy She said she tasted something wild even though I soaked it in vinegar “It’s a tad gamey.” she folded up three creases on her forehead and twisted her mouth unpleasantly. “Buuuttt how?” “I steeped like a teabag. Why I submerged until my skin crinkled up like an accordion!” She added more indentions … Continue reading Son Flower Seeds

Bruised Plums #240

They were unpromising Words grated like cheese. Words reduced to small shreds. Words strung like pasta. Tossed like a salad Thrown together with a pinch of thyme And oregano The other morsels were small. Irritants Acidic Tomatoes, garlic, and onions Barely noticeable to the tall ones Their necks stretched out in the clouds. They see the aged with grey hair as mere babies. Standing in … Continue reading Bruised Plums #240

Hate is?

Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers, Fake news Hatred from the SAME WOMB. What words will … Continue reading Hate is?

Candy Apple Leaves

Yellowed candy apple leaves floated down the skies and melted into the grassy brown earth. The wind sang in her ears. It shrieked with delight, whipping and twirling more leaves, causing them to dance a forceful Allegro! The sun crackled from a fire on the horizon, and her heart drank in winter like a warm chimney puffing softly in the folded hills that seemed to … Continue reading Candy Apple Leaves