Granny had nothing to bequeath us In terms of material goods and cash. But, she left a legacy of being honest That is much better than an art stash. She taught us by her examples To always treat people with decency. Even with women who talked about her, She cared for them with much frequency.... Continue Reading →
It is cold outside! We snuggle in a blanket! We fall more in love! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #330: Cold and Fall.
"Who is my neighbor?" I have been thinking of what a contemporary answer to this question might be, if I were asked it today. I believe that the blogging community that I am blessed to participate in helps me understand what it means to be a neighbor, similar to the story told of the Good... Continue Reading →
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.
Tears drip quietly. Each drop takes my pain away. I can see the Light. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #327: drip and drop.
I want to walk through heather, Enjoying the beauty of the moors! Oh, let me smell the sweetness on a Scottish hillside, As we walk together outdoors. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Heather in 27 words.
Photo from Evan Clarke@Unsplash You are my sister! All of the earth is connected! I am your keeper! Written for What Do You See #49 from Sadje at Life After 50 for Women.
Storms rage in this life. It seems like they will not end. But calm will prevail. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: calm and storm.
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com In the pale light of an autumn day, As the bells of a church pealed in the background, I leaped in your arms, Joyful to be loved and spending this moment with you. Written for Photo Challenge #333 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie and the Three Things Challenge #366: leap, pale, and... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pikist.com I walked among the mysterious and beautiful megaliths from long ago, And I wondered who built them and what they were meant to celebrate. Then, I touched the rock and felt a warmth and joy fill my soul, And I somehow knew that it was love's victory over hate. Written for the... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 