patchwork friends

our friendship, not hemmed in
by time or location, offers ample
ease for plenty of free movement.
we started on school bus, bobbin’
as fresh-facing kindergarteners;
as middle schoolers, we darted
on bicycles to local pharmacy,
spacious park or shopping mall
to gather summer memories. in
high school and college, took
backstitch or two along the way,
but eventually stood witness as
each took vows binding ourselves
to husbands (promises we’ve kept).
an old favorite friendship that can
stretch seamlessly across the years
and distance; comfortable and warm
as a patchwork quilt; hearts appliqued
with sisterly love, lined with laughter,
covered with grace-patterned shalom.


For my dear friend, Joyce

Joining with dVerse Poets to “sew” some poetry together!

light will dawn

alone in the dark

waiting and watching with hope

God’s kingdom coming!

Spirit is deposit of

amazing inheritance.

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From today’s sermon by Pastor John Lee on Micah 7when the darkness is deep, we look for the Light!

octoburr moonrise

Moonrise by Saskia Boelsums

music of mysterious season
every extra-ordinary evening
when fall’s awe-calling and
autumn’s beat thrum-drums.

dry cornstalks quiver in crisp
whispers of sweater weather as
honky geese migrate late, and
de-fruited trees leave with a sigh.

orange pumpkin planets shimmer
eerily in phantom-tastical gleams
of the ghostly harvest moon-beams
that pierce clouds’ flimsy shroud.


Join dVerse Poets where Dora invites us to “trip the October light fantastic.”

judge book by (dust) cover

Melissa challenges dVerse poets to write to a quote from one of Leo Tostoy’s books

ancient dust thickly lies…
obscures discarded objects
personal mysteries unsolved
hidden in dark attic of soul

what is this discovery?!
favorite forgotten pillow
stuffing needs fluffing…
still choke on puffed pride

look in that corner box
something small, hidden
away…yuck! dead mouse
of musty, moldy pettiness

keep cherished photographs
of loved ones’ kindness but
let dirty dogged memories
lie sleeping and undisturbed

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(alternative title: pride & pettiness, but that’s another author)

Trinitarian blessing

real presence of God

joy of knowing Jesus’ love

new life in Spirit

alaska or bust (part 2)

Hubby and i are traveling cross-country to Alaska with our camper. I’m sharing our journey here with haiku/tanka and a few photos…whenever i get a round


vast miles of forest

cut by cold stony rivers

reflected in lakes

sweet wilderness refresh in

beautiful b.c. rockies


earth built by design

each mountain, ocean measured

Lord, we are humbled!

. . . . .

rest in wildernes

grateful for livestream worship

home church blessing


hammer clangs anvil

indigenous blacksmith works

coaxing coals to flame

natives’ wellness camp

drums thrum wild call in twilight

black bears dance


boat’s prow cuts blue glass

of pristine lake’s reflection

cruising on mirror

. . . . .

abundant snowfall

in Whitecourt, Whitehorse, White Pass

winter in a word

. . . . .

rush for klondike gold

icy stairs up chilkoot pass

move ton of grubstake

. . . . .

evergreens rustle

glimpse tawn fur of animal

young buck crosses path

. . . . .

alaskan hunger

fresh pink salmon on blue plate

at the fat mermaid

. . . . .

misty mountains drive

matanuska glacier passed

mystery concealed

glacier receding

like old fisherman’s hairline

rough moraine exposed

even permafrost can thaw

leaving roads to heave in wave

. . . . .

view obfuscated

perhaps great mountain is myth

denali’s cloud shroud

. . . . .

sizzle of bacon

hubby fries pancakes outdoors

pure maple sweetness

fall colors appear

fireweed blooms to red stem tip

chill air turns hearts south

…it’s time to head home!

alaska or bust!

As my husband and i embark on a roadtrip, “The Great Alaskan Get-Away” (as our fourth son called it), i hope to record our trip with haiku and also share some photos here…

. . . . .

little white chapel

welcomes interstate travelers

prayers for safety

Chapel on I-90 sponsored by churches of Corsica SD


scent of pine on breeze

soft-bristled ponderosa

cover hills in black

. . . . .

rock cut-away glints

precious metals vein granite

black hills central tracks

old “eighteen-eighty” railroad

steam engine pulls train up grade


whee! we ride e-bikes

along george michelson trail

bump over wood bridge

. . . . .

i feed him almonds

toss halves to striped ground squirrel

he eats on haunches

. . . . .

presidents in stone

home of the free and the brave

history’s heroes

Happy birthday, America! Remember your heroes and hold to your ideals…


visit montana

big sky hospitality

panning for gold and garnets

old friends, old west towns, old bones

glacial mountain views

. . . . .

mountain majesties

stand on leftover snow patch

breathe in alpine air


home sweet camper home

nestled in stand of tall pines

relax with husband

. . . . .

four wheel drive pickup

narrow one lane gravel road

explore old ghost town

miners found gold and silver

Garnet booms…then abandoned


walk trail through tall trees

red cedar and black hemlock

ferns grace forest floor

. . . . .

apparition

awake restless night

light illuminates camper

half-crazy full moon

portent


while visiting town cemetery

i walk among the dead

dark crow caws loud atop pine tree

sound fills my mind with dread

anon, i heard another bird

sing sweet upon headstone

“his eye is on the sparrow”

means i will not die alone.


Civil War headstone photo by lynn__

merry month of may

photos by lynn

tulip time, holland michigan
definitely a dutch treat with
window to the waterfront
and view of windmill island

people bird-watch along
macatawa river wetlands
or people-watch at parks;
photograph bronze statues

admire blooms in beds and
pots on cobbled sidewalks;
sing spring’s delightful song
along with street musicians

downtown bustles with
ethnic bakeries, breweries
bookstores and gift shops
sell everything blueberry

dutch dancers prance in
klompen; stomp rompin’
fun as arm in arm, toe to
wooden-shoed toe they go

following noisy festivities,
relax in adirondack chair on
lawn of pillared church where
locals sit in quiet contentment

or take ride to nearby state park,
walk pier past red lighthouse to
watch working dredger move sand
stroll beach, cool feet in great lake

japanese garden

Guest post: haiku written by my son…

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mornings grow brighter

grasses and trees green and bloom

time for hikes and bikes

photo credit: Ladd Wielenga

miss curiosity

curiosity is a wild child

wide-eyed, open-eared,
she turns every direction
sometimes hard to focus
speaks only in questions

she asks “why” and “how”

always tries to learn more
about everything, everyone;
which is endearing trait for
good student or best friend

her interest intensely genuine

but curiosity has a cruel side
she gets good little monkeys
into all manner of mischief and
has inadvertently killed cats.

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Mish at dVerse invites us to “personify the abstract” 🙂

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