Morning

There’s nowhere I’d rather be barefoot, while all night long green plant shoots bursting. Dreams spill into our pillow, while the puppy licks our face waking up from near sleep, itching for attention, all spirited. The morning meditating me. Picture Credit, Pexels

unseen things

Imagine when things unseen are seen. When light strikes just right on an iced over lake, whipping around in all directions. In the smallest way, let there be swarms of light warming winter. (one of my favorite things in February is longer days)

October

October, I wanted to write about your blazing leaves and brilliant inspiration for the Fall. Scattered everywhere are golden leaves, like books littering the table in words. While the breezes outside tremble trees. (Happy Halloween)

July

If the world Is a July moon, and overspills orange slices of sun. I’d take a picture and give it to you. (July 4th, I took the picture)

June

I drive in the dim lights at night cloud of droplets hover in the high beam lights, on a June night. Stretch my arm outside the window feel the dampness between my fingers, as coconut scent gives way to the beach. Summer (picture credit, Pexels)

Valentine’s Day

A Valentine’s Note, The sun shines on newly dewy ground, lights the world rosy pink with the gray- blue buildings, in the warm wind of winter. Wishing for snowfall and the snowflakes that someone could press them like a book of flowers. Happy Valentine’s Day. The picture is from a few years ago in a…

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wildflower

Here is Wildflower published in my book, Lotus Bloom, available on Amazon.com.

end of summer

there is a mist of summer dew where I double park in a jeep. the salt water smell exposes the air. faded lines are against the concrete parking lot, where i find someone seated on an orange folded towel, waiting in their parking spot/ as if it is the end of summer/ some kind of…

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book of poems

During the pandemic actually before I started writing a book-originally a chapbook. It was an interesting year for many- I started writing poetry before graduate school(2017) but developed a writing habit while in school. I have read poems at the art museum while being involved in local writing groups. Decided to self-publish a book of…

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head in the clouds

I shall never see a poem as  thirsty as a flower that opens her petals and drinks the morning dew. The purple petals perpetuate the clouds. there is something soulful about the petals furrows opening. Spring in the southeast U.S. Picture credit: Unsplash Posted this one again.