Category Archives: Spring

The Beach


Waves roll in spilling seashells on the shore.

Sea gulls and Osprey fly over the crystal blue waters.

Children laugh as they play and make sand castles.

The warmth of the sunshine and the cool sea breeze kiss the skin of the beach goers.

Young couples steal a kiss as they walk hand in hand leaving footprints in the sand.


I had a Faraway Dream


I had a dream that I was far away from here.

I was in a different time.

I met a young woman, slim and vibrant. Her eyes a dancing blue.

This faraway place was Ireland with lush hills of green and short stone walls lining the narrow roads.


I knew the young woman to be my mother. She was incredible.

Her eyes bright with determination and life. Her manner quick and laugh contagious.

Her strong spirit beckoned to me to stay a while. She offered me tea. How wonderful to have her ham sandwiches again.

I only stayed a little while in this faraway land. I knew I couldn’t stay. My heart was torn, to stay or go, but I knew this journey would remain forever in me.

Street Where I Grew Up

huntleigh rd

Smooth blacktop covers the road

children laugh and play.

Out in the early morning

Bicycles race all day.

Mothers home tending to the homes

Fathers work till supper is done.

We play tag, catch, and play on the swings

until day is through and the dinner bell rings.

At night the fireflies are out for the taking,

They light up the sky as we dance trying to catch them.

When at last, it’s time to come in,

it’s bath time, family time then prayer time too.

We kiss mom and dad good night as we should,

then sweet dreams of our street and till the morrow comes.



I am one. Just one.

I am alone. I feel cold without the warmth of his skin next to mine.

I am tired. My eyes strained, dried out from the tears. I am somber at best. He is gone. Taken too soon from my world. From this life.

I am numb. So numb that pain can not reach me now. Tears stream. The only comfort that would soothe me is his touch. That which I long for I will never feel again.

I am empty. We had plans he and I. Why did he have to go now? Why? The question I keep asking. Why?

I am incomplete. Without him I am lost. I am just one now, no longer a couple. I am a widow who will wear black. I feel nothing but exhaustion. How do I go on without you? I’m too young for this. You shouldn’t have been taken like this. Not now. I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready. I shall remain incomplete.

A Love Letter


A handwritten love letter sealed with a kiss.

Each letter carefully crafted with a pen chosen for it’s weight and feel in the hand.

The paper, just the right thickness and color, handmade and sky blue.

Each word chosen so carefully to express my devotion and undying love to you.

A letter written any other way would never, could never express love the way my handwritten love letter will. I love you. I love you. I love you.


Colour My World


Within me lives a brilliantly, white and yellow orb. It surfaces when I’m exuberant and joyful.

Within me lives a dark, cobalt blue and gray orb. It surfaces only when tears stream down my cheeks.

Many orbs live within my heart, they are rosy pink, like the colour of love, deepest black, like the colour of the darkest night, and an olive, sickly green, the colour of jealousy.

All the colours are within me each day. As my mood changes, the colours arise and show themselves to the world. I am a rainbow. A perfectly human rainbow.

The Storm

Poetry Challenge Day 1 part 2

A second poem about a thunderstorm this time. Written in 20 minutes.

The Storm

Lashing  wetness across my cheeks, across my hands.  My umbrella flips inside out. 

Whipping winds and blackened sky, who knows if it’s day or night.

Clashes, booms and roars fill the air, followed by unearthly bright flashes of light.

I’m frightened this night will never cease. That my tomorrow may never come.

Poetry Challenge! Day 1

The poet’s billow is holding a 30 day challenge to those of us who write poetry! I’m so excited for this opportunity! Today’s challenge is to write about rain without using the words rain, thunderstorm or lightning! Am I up to it? We shall see! This poem was written in about 25 minutes. Enjoy!


Spring Showers

Gentle drops touch each petal softly from the graying sky.    The stars and moon hide far behind the veil of water streaming from the heavens. Couples walk hand in hand under umbrellas trying to keep dry.                                                  Stealing kisses now and then.

Perhaps the sun will shine tomorrow. Perhaps the tulips will bloom in colors of pink and red and violet. Perhaps the clouds will cry once more. A song of sorrow, of loss, of hope, of love, of joy?