Category Archives: Nature

The Moon and the Clouds #Poetry

Actual photo I took that night.

Actual photo I took that night.

The cool night breeze
strokes my hair
and encircles my body
like the hug that I
desperately need.

The leaves in the limbs above
rustle quietly,
a reminder that I’m not alone.

The steady moon
looks down on me
while the streak of clouds
move briskly by.

The moon is God;
the clouds, my troubles.

I snap a photo,
but you just can’t see
the moon and clouds
like they are for real.

I am saddened
that I can’t share
My God with you




Edit on 12/14/16


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The Backyard Pond – A Poem About Loss That’s Not That Bad

Award-winning photo by Hara Woltz

Award-winning photo by Hara Woltz

He is a curse
dressed as a blessing.
that promises love.
A promise as empty
……… the pond
……… Dad’s backyard.

The fish are dead;
the turtle gone
to find a home
………..deeper, cooler.

I am as sorrowful
at losing him
……….as losing the pond.

Both I’ve known
for years upon years.
Both bring comfort
……….and a smile.
A familiar place
……….to return to.

But now it’s time
to fill that empty hole,
make something new
……….in its place.

Something, perhaps,
I will love passionately.
Something that won’t
be so draining
……….or so shallow.

9:o0ish AM

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The Storm #30in30 #make30 #poetry


Thanks to Doug Fields for the image.

Thanks to Doug Fields for the image.


The thunder sounds

In the night quiet

I hear the footsteps

The kids seeking me.


I used to be them

Running to Mom

Seeking security

In the midst of a storm.


Now I am an adult.

There is no one

To seek out in a storm.

There is no more security.





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Wish Flowers and Mom: About my New Blog Header

Wish Flower

Nature’s Wishes

for Mom

We were walking through the yard
Just Mom, sis, and me
Returning home from a visit
With a neighbor down the street.

I’m sure I saw the dandelion
About the same time as Mom.
It was plump and white with furry seeds
Just ready to take flight.

I didn’t think a thing about it
As my foot came crashing down
Right about the exact moment
That Mom began to speak.

“Look,” she said with such excitement
“It’s a dandelion!”
But my sneaker had crushed it down.
“Now you can’t wish upon it.”

I’ve grown since then; and Mom’s aged, too.
The cancer’s been rough on her.
But I’ve learned a lesson I’ll never forget
About childlike excitement and nature’s wishes.

Ev’ry time I see a dandelion
Its seeds all plump and white,
I close my eyes and make a wish
Sending each seed of hope in flight.

I don’t have the exact date that I wrote this poem at my fingertips, but it was sometime around 1998. I always wish for Mom each time I blow on a wish flower. And every time I see one, I make that wish for Mom.

Since this poem was written, my mother went on to heaven, where I’m sure she blows wish flowers for me.

And I realize that many people don’t click links in blogs, but I ask that you click this one, which will take you to the rest of the story of Wish Flowers and my mother. I promise it’s worth your time. It makes tears fall each time I read it, and caused my editor to cry as well. But it’s the truth.

I miss you, Mom.

P.S. Be sure to visit my new blog and let me know what you think of my header!

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The Bug #Poetry #humor

I’m thinking of making this the next children’s poem for The PoeticLotion Show. Whatcha think? The actual drawings for the poem are awesome! (If i do say so myself.)

The Bug Poem

A bug is standing

on the ceiling.

He’s round with eight long legs.

He watches us

eating our dinner.

He sits up and he begs.

Next the bug

lifts his leg,

and leaves a big, wet spot.

When we have

friends come over,

he don’t act like he ought.

Instead of being

a good bug,

he barks and growls and bites.

And he chose

to misbehave

on the worst of nights.

Dad’s boss came over for dinner.

The bug snuck down its web.

He bared his fangs and sunk his teeth

in the boss’s hairless head!

Now, Dad was furious.

Dad was very mad.

I think he’d had enough.

Looking back

after the fact,

He may have been too rough.

Dad rolled a newspaper,

yelled “Bad bug!”

and smacked him on his nose.

The bug was flat

on the boss’s head

from which a red bump rose.

No more do we have

bugs on our ceiling.

He lives on the bed now.

(He’s still healing.)

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Night Fall: A #30in30 Poem

Trees Dusk and Stars - poetry









I watched the stars appear

as the sky deepened

from pastel to cornflower

to true blue, electric blue,

and then, at last, midnight.


It was God’s watercolor painting.

vivid hues subtlely streaking

fading into each other.


It took a moment

after the sky dimmed

before the pinpricks,

like lightning bugs,

sparkled to life.






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