Nature’s Patterns

March 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Patterns – a basis for understanding –math, sewing, architecture… and when it comes to art –nature is a master at employing patterns… …awe-inspiring, faith-inducing – beautiful. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: patterns.) All images from personal collection.

Upside Down

January 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nectar’s potency –not diminished upside-down –does butterfly seekperspective, or is uprightonly a human construct? (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Also linking up to my weekly challenge: upside-down.)

Imbibing

January 23, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winged creaturessip sweetness, inhale yellow –intoxication. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Royal Visit

December 24, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Unassuming mauveattracts royalty – delightscommon bystander. (For Cee’s FOTD.)

Photo A Week: Things With Wings

December 2, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Six feet across, spread the heron’s wingsgreat, grey appendages in slow flight Some wings are camouflaged, propelinsect bodies who hover within sight. A Monarch’s wings are stained-glass delicatewith each flutter, sprinkle fantasies of delight. (For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week challenge: things with wings.)

Wildflowers (Flower of the Day)

October 11, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weeds, perhaps, but wildflowers to me – and I wasn’t the only visitor to this patch – white wings also found the pop of purple alluring. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]