Plump red cardinal
dines on snow-dusted seeds, then
flees to frosted spruce.
Winter mittens kit
muscular feline fur ball
balanced on barn door.
Dark cows form huddle
warm breath steaming chilly air
bracing for blizzard.
posting poetic prose
19 Dec 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: cardinal, haiku, winter
Plump red cardinal
dines on snow-dusted seeds, then
flees to frosted spruce.
Winter mittens kit
muscular feline fur ball
balanced on barn door.
Dark cows form huddle
warm breath steaming chilly air
bracing for blizzard.
25 Nov 2012 11 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: advent, angel
At heaven’s high command,
a white-hot beam of purest light
penetrates time and space
to touch our tiny blue planet.
Silence is muted by the
wholly alien presence with
whispering whir of mighty wings.
Flesh crawls with palpable wide-eyed terror
as the dazzling creature of holy flame
fixes its piercing gaze on
a pale, trembling mortal.
“Do not be afraid.”
Surprising, melodious words
uttered by the molten-gold messenger.
But when he speaks again–
eyes lower, palms sweat, and
dry lips must answer with
the total stuttering truth
or risk disintegrating
in ashes and smoke.
28 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: prairie rose, roses, wildflowers
My mother raised roses in lovely hues:
soft peach, pale yellow, and deep scarlet;
each properly pruned and sweetly scented.
I admired her backyard bushes in bloom,
squirmed under her careful cultivation as
she pruned flaws and nurtured character
I was of different seed by birth but
mom raised me like her own heirloom,
watered with tender attention until
Transplanted to Iowa and grafted to a farmer,
I find myself blooming like a wild prairie rose;
delicately fragrant yet proven to be hardy.
26 Oct 2012 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: moon, sunset
Bright sliver of moon
in rosy sky at dusk
gleams sideways smile,
poised, waiting…
grinning confidently
as tired old sun
burns down slowly,
limps below dark edge
of corn rows’ silhouette stage.
Day’s number is done…
time for moonlight’s moves!
20 Oct 2012 2 Comments
A galloping cloud pony,
high altitude cirrus bred,
stretches swiftly across
untamed prairie skies
while thin wispy tail
and swirly mane
float whimsically
in its trail.
11 Oct 2012 11 Comments
I’ll admit
sometimes
I must work at
being difficult
but mostly
I just am
without trying.
21 Sep 2012 8 Comments
Somedays
I feel like a clam
in a rough sea;
an oyster that
has swallowed gravel.
A mussel that
cannot move
from its place
but must accept
whatever passes
with the tide.
Unexpected rejection
and harsh words
have wounded
my soft insides
and it’s hard work
to cover the sharp
grains of sand;
to smooth over
the painful memories
so they will not
continue to grate.
I close up
to protect myself;
retreating inside
the tough shell
of my mind.
I desperately
want to believe
that these scars
can be transformed
into pearls
of beauty.
17 Sep 2012 Leave a comment
Authentic friendship is classic;
like a freshly brewed cup of tea
served outdoors on a veranda.
A spiced aroma of well-blended,
hand-selected, cozy comaraderie
fills the relaxed afternoon air.
Tea-time friendships
share the comforting warmth
Of cultivated attention.
Perfectly steeped
in robust undertones
of an exclusive conversation.
28 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
scented bed
of blooming catmint
is kissed by
lavender mist.
28 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
Marriage is a delightful balance:
Committed and caught,
Tender yet tough,
Purity of passion.
Marriage is a beautiful blueprint:
Love over a lifetime
Place for parenthood,
Good gift in a garden.
Marriage is a costly venture:
requires service and sacrifice
but reaps rewards of the
long-term investment.
Don’t settle for cheap substitutes;
Desire the genuine article.
14 Aug 2012 2 Comments
we all begin life as prisoners;
most of us escape our mother’s womb
only to face our own limitations.
our enemy would hold us hostage;
his methods are devious, his bonds are strong.
will satan’s fate be our own awful end?
we choose to wallow in self-made dungeons
of addiction, shame, fear or bitterness.
our hearts slowly grow cold; our minds dark.
but there is a savior who slays the beast
he opens our prison cell and calls us into light;
we are out on parole until our ultimate release.
08 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: birdbath, sparrows
A mythical “bluebird of happiness”
could never out do the cheery flock
of ordinary sparrows
gathering in my farm garden
for a chirpers’ convention.
Attendees all a”twitter” and
splashing sociably in the
rain-refreshed
birdbath.
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