Love "Step" MomMy laughing boy, my sunny child with eyes of curiosity, My precocious girl, my dark Diva giggling playfully, My cuddling pair, bold partners in play You, children of my heart.Love "Step" Mom
I am the “Step” Mom. Technically, not even that since your Dad and I are still short a fancy piece of paper and formal ceremony. “Step” What is that anyway? Something one stands upon to see better. That thing one walks over in order to get from one place to another. Predictably, the ever-present, iconic EVIL STEP MOTHER. She wh
OfferingA homeless man offered me a muffin today.Offering
I don’t know when he first appeared at that concrete picnic table beneath the pecan trees, but I see him there every morn as I park on the other side of the fence before work. I pass him five times during my looping lunchtime de-stress. And when I climb with relief back into my car to argue with traffic and fight my way back to my love and my life - he's still perched there in the shade. Does he wander into the shadows as the sun sets, or merely find a more comfortable spot on the earth to lay his head? Perhaps he was a postman in a p
There was no sun todayThere was no sun today Yet no brooding melancholy, here beneath the gray The thick rich scent promising spring rainThere was no sun today
Entices and Provokes once miday-shy feathered folk To flit a and fly, fill field and sky again.
The turtles have abandoned turtle rock Forsaken the daily battle with the wood duck lot Hidden within depths of this small loch Escaping this cacophonous display? Perhaps also to play Swooping and diving in their own waterborne flock
The grackles cackle and scream and soar Puffed up males strut and flair - Don Juan to the core One dodges
Wind WhisperingMaybe the wind whispered your name.Wind Whispering
When honest daily toil failed to free financial trouble When worldly worries boil, and old emotional wounds bubble There was no time in this frazzled and ragged mind,
Just fatigue.
For many moons I wandered in dark, though I know that was my choice I know not when I turned, began to search again, find my voice To look in, to reach out, to run among trees, to drum, To listen.
Maybe the wind whispered your name.
My thoughts turn to yesterday, sifting through joy and ache To guide my feet along paths once lost, my li
Bird Watching
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Wednesday
I know that I hung, nights all nine...
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