Leave the City


Discovering a flower farm.

Savoring the warmth of the sun,

Illuminating a rainbow of petals…

In the bed of an old work truck.

I stood there as if I were still nine.

Not moving an inch.

I suddenly felt…

No, I always felt whenever I was around flowers,

Like I had just inhaled…

An exhilarating breath of fresh air.

Just one of the many reasons to leave the city.


Photo: Source

For the Sunday muse.



What is Love?



What? A pop quiz?

What is love? To cut a long story short…

Is it treats?

Okay… okay – well… um…

Love cares about everyone – everything.

Love knows we are all interconnected.

Love knows when one loves others;

It also loves oneself.

This is the true nature of love.

Love can’t be influenced or confined.

Love has no boundaries;

Therefore, you can find love everywhere.

Love is naturally kind and empathetic.

Love speaks out for injustice.

Love allows anger and pain,

To be communicated and freed.

Love cannot be bought and sold.

Love floats around free to give and receive.

Love cannot be planned;

Therefore, we are often surprised by love.

Love is all of this and so much more.

Okay, we good? Um… treats are love too.

Yep, I love treats – you love giving me treats.

I highly recommend love and treats.


For Poets United Wednesday Platform… Love.

Photo: Pinterest


Pesky Pear Tree



Hey you – yeah, you.

Put down that brush loaded up…

with golden ochre acrylic paint.

Relax – fill your coffee cup.


I have a tree story to tell.

One that will make you fear…

Those lovely Bradford Pear blossoms,

That I’m about to smear.


Yes, they may be pretty.

A sterile ornamental tree.

Unfortunately, with just themselves…

and now most people will agree.


To never plant these trees.

If it’s not enough – you will never see a single pear.

The havoc that they’ll spread…

Will be more than we can bear.


Here is the link where I got the idea for this

Poem for The Sunday Muse and for Poetry Pantry.




Happy Sunday.  😊Photo: Source

She Shook Her Loose Feathers Free

piano girl


She found her spirit dimming.

Then determination surged…

Within her heart and veins,

Until joy emerged.


Vibrations of spirit soared.

Colliding with distant stars.

A sprinkling of sparkle…

Swapped for mental scars.


Her mind perched as the eagle.

Steady gaze – a turquoise sea.

Peace of graceful waves.

Tides of emotions flee.


She seized a tranquil silence.

Paused to hear the melody.

She’d finally unfurled her wings…

And shook her loose feathers free.


Photo: Source