Brothers and Sisters All

Brothers and Sisters All-


Around us familiar fellows flow

Sharing an ancestry of long ago

Similarly shaped yet uniquely designed

Not at face value to be maligned

One carries an elevated height

Whereas  another’s a petite delight

The vivacious fill the day with fiery spice

Strolling retirees think a sunset’s nice

Audacious  and serene

Magenta and green

Some applaud our similarities

While others single out peculiarities

Please heed this poignant call

See us as brothers and sisters all


Together We Grow

Together We Grow-



Here  we stand joined together reaching skyward

Bound by rings of love and time we grow

Our roots penetrate deep into fertile soil

Sun seeking and life giving, our branches spread wide

Generations of offspring gather at our feet

In seasons old wind whipped us  nearly bare

Lightning  threw her daggers all around

Storms of pelting ice sought to beat us down

But love has taught us to wait for parting clouds

Gentle rains come to welcome rainbows of promise

Once again life breaks forth in celebration

And we resume our stretch for the heavens


Note: I took this photograph in Pisgah National Forest in North Carolina. While on a walk in the forest, I spotted these two white pines. They grew so close together that they appeared joined at the base. As I pondered these two beautiful trees, I felt as though they were a metaphor for me and my husband. Married for 47 years, we have grown side by side as love carried us.

Borne on a Butterfly

Neonate Butterfly-

Neonate clothed in tangerine, linger awhile among the petals

Pause to hear my plea for I am earthbound

Your wings of strength will carry you to worlds ethereal

There beauty wears perfume and time holds its breath

Would you carry my dream?

Do not be surprised or afraid for my secret vision weighs not

My desire only longs to dance on lilting summer breezes

It seeks unfettered grace like a rainbow in the mist

For now gravity’s chains bind me, so take this portion of my heart

Lift my dream so it  can fly free

I Am a Flower

Floating Frangipani-

One day when I get stuck in the blue

I will lift up clear through it

Like a hot air balloon without noise or heat

I will float through yielding clouds

I am a flower borne by an updraft

into air pure and cleansing

The wind cradles me as I ascend

gently lifted far beyond gravity’s pull

I am fragrant and beautiful

Here the dream interwoven in my history

takes shape as ethereal meets substance

Now I know as I am known