It Sat There

Leaning on the edge 

of the sidewalk 

the photo, 

framed and curling, 

was not in its right place. 

He leaned forward to pick it up. 

A girl smiled back at him. 


blue eyes 

and a brilliantly shining smile. 

He wondered 

where she was. 

Who she was. Why 

her photo was leaning 

against the sidewalk. 

Or maybe left behind?

Cast Upon The Shore

Staring idly at the boat bobbing in the smooth water.

She hoped for crashing, smashing waves, but found calm waters today.

Cool breezes to smooth over her face. She sat cross legged watching the boat.

Wondering how big it was. From her perspective, it fit on the tip of her pointer finger.

She knew it had to be bigger. Unless the fairies where out for a daytime float.

Which was not at all possible, because everyone knew fairies…

Did not sail the ocean. Maybe it was not fact. As she learned after school, and after life,

facts did not always hold true. Bobbing. The boat came a little closer. Sizing up. It might fit her thumb.

Definitely not fairies, but still cannot rule out the gnomes. Cranky little critters.

Waters to calm for them. She sighed and stood. Brushing sand off her bottom. Dress fanning and swaying

As she brushed. Gulls swooped then. Probably hoping for a meal, but she did not bring food this time. 

Quietly apologizing, she walked past them as they hopped along. Black eyes searching her to see if she 

was telling the truth. 
The walk back to her place was short. The boat from there was indiscernable. She squinted then laughed. 

Like squinting could make it bigger or clearer. Laughing at herself she went in to fix a snack. 

Thinking she might have to share with the gulls as they chattered heartily on her porch rail.

Rabbit For Breakfast

I traipes through the yard. Merrily enjoying the awakening world.

Startling you from your morn.

You scampered off. To a new place.

Sure enough I came back that way.

Scared you still. I must say. For a moment

I did not see your face. I felt you there.

Looked around. You ate as I watched.

Eyeing me so. Sorry little one. I really should go.

Leave you to your breakfast, and stop stumbling upon you.

Pen To Paper To Life

Written in the words of fantasy and worlds.

Spoken or unspoken it cast a world for thee.

We hold the very depth of what we seek inside.

Quiet minds and quiet hearts guide us in our time.

We seek solace in others. Turning from ourselves.

Deep in the heart of it, come back to the self.

Held up in our knowing. Strong in our word.

Grateful for the moment

because it all leads to something better each day.

Our minds can hold the truth our heart speaks.

We shall listen. Go forward. Keep it shining bright.

Even if the spark is small. It will grow over time.

Magical Surrounds

The day breaks like everyday.

Full of life and celebration.

Birds sing. Cats spring. The sheep quietly graze.

Woken at this time. In a point in space.

We see the broader scope of things.

It’s written on our face.

Openness and knowing. Happy it can be.

In a space of quiet clarity. The flow of life is free.

Creating A Divine

Painting. Breathing. It’s all the same to her.

The portraits and landscapes show all the world.

Her eyes are the light and shades of dark.

Shadows cast upon the trees. Illuminating what we see.

She captures all these nuances in every brush stroke that she breathes.

Painting from her heart. The world she always sees.