Photo from goodfreephotos.com Rain wets the flowers. Buds drink thirstily and sigh! Blooms start to open! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Bloom and Wet.
Photo taken at Sweet Water Creek State Park. Psalm 118: 8-9 It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in humans.It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in princes. Psalm 118:13-14 I was pushed back and about to fall, but the Lord helped me. The Lord is my strength and my defense; he... Continue Reading →
Colorful beauty. Yellows, reds, browns, and crimsons. My soul is grateful. Written for the Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: colors.
I can't vault over sofas and things, Keeping my children from harm. It'd look strange and they'd be nervous, While hoping I wouldn't break my arm. But, the magnitude of care hasn't changed, As my love for them I vigorously text, Letting them know that I love them, While not wondering what I might do... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit: Pisauikan@Pixabay The experiences of my life are etched in my face. A line is there for every triumph, defeat, and gain. The stories that I share with my grandchildren Are meant to save them from much suffering and pain. No lotions or creams will I use to try to hide my life, For... Continue Reading →
I don't live in an affluent neighborhood, but I felt wealthy as I watched a very spirited hummingbird seeking nutrition from the petals of the flowers indigenous to our area. I was walking on the trail near my home, searching for inspiration for my blog post. Being an iridescent person, someone who seems to understand... Continue Reading →
Photo from niklin1 at DeviantArt The postman had left one of those little notices on Joseph's door that informed him that he had a package at the post office! He pondered, "A package for me? Who could be sending me a package at this time in my life?" He started to let it remain there,... Continue Reading →
Civility lost. Let’s dust off the Golden Rule. Weed out disrespect. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Dust and Weed. The rhetoric of the election is disturbing and scary, and I fear it will leave lasting ruptures in American society. We can disageee without such ugliness, can't we?
Jessica folded the envelope with the invitation for her to play at a posh reception. Known near and abroad as "The Weeping Mandolin for her tendency to play boisterously until tears flowed from her doe eyes, she looked forward to an evening very different from those to which she was accustomed. Jittery from fear, her... Continue Reading →