Limbo

August 14, 2024.Reading time 1 minute.

Waiting on the results of a biopsy, news comes of a relative’s death. A loved one struggles to make sense of the world crashing in around him. War continues and though I extend my hands to help, I am growing weary. Life is like this, I think. Just as we think we’ve found firm footing, […]

Inky Haiku

January 12, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Wind’s tongue ice-tippedrock resists and pine trees bow –Winter warmed by ink (Haiku inspired by Seasons Words: Springwater holds warmth.) When sitting up to paint is not an option, I appease my creative urge with ink and paper. Starting with a single line, I let the image appear on the page. This one reminds me of a […]

In the Aftermath

September 18, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

All the fading bitsdetract – I am still alivepassion asserting. (A quick check in. I am recovering well; still needing lots of rest. Thanks for all the good wishes. Image from my collection.)

Brown-eyed

August 21, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Brown eyes unblinkingbat golden lashes skyward –celestial flirt (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Night, Night

December 13, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Donning Winter’s coatSummer’s sparkle retreated –Garden is abed. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Adieu

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

How bright the coloursunlight creating shadow –dramatic ending.

First Signs

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

Green sprig, crimson pop –ornamental precursorto giving season. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Ho, Ho, Oh No

November 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winter’s impatiencecrowns Autumn’s bearings with white –early Santa’s cap. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Autumn Berries

November 15, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Where leaves have vanishedberries remain, nourishmentfor feathered migrants. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Summer Stragglers

October 25, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Other blooms may fade,succumbing to Autumn’s chill –Snapdragons stand tall. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Clothing

I would befriend hesitation,take her shopping with me,invest the time, but impulseis my constant companion. Hesitation,born of shared trauma,labours over pain-filled decisions My need is palpable,throbbing,must suffocate it,weighted beneathlayers of numbing fabric Afraid to show myself,afraid that she will find me, block any progress,or worse make my pay for these layersof stolen moments…encounter crazy reflected […]

Green

Chickadees in the House

A friend from my poetry circle honoured me with a birdhouse painted with Ukrainian colours. John has since passed away, and this summer we were finally able to give the birdhouse a home in our garden. Happy to say, John, that the chickadees have settled in and I am joyfully reminded of you everyday.