In Colorado we’re getting some much needed moisture this week, so I thought I’d share this weather-appropriate poetry comic by one of my favorite authors, Jessy Randall. 72 more words
1 week, 6 days ago
No crow came by today, no ones, no twos, no threes.
I had worms, succulent ones hanging onto the scilla
I yanked out. The log across the creek may not hold… 207 more words
3 weeks, 5 days ago
Sunday’s May Day and I thought this illustration fit Tricia’s poem nicely. If you’re not familiar with the amazing Arthur Rackham, check out his work… 250 more words
1 month ago
The Ting of the Trowel
My cold shovel pings edges
of a buried brick walk
lined with river rock.
Ivy crawls over this old garden. 229 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
a foolhardy florilegium
Ya gotta love this land of ours; from desert to the sea.
Every time I look at it, it’s where I want to be.
It doesn’t matter how I feel or what’s gone wrong today… 58 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
Ode to My Garden Pruners
The hardware store keeps your kind
under lock and key. I know I could lose you
like sewing scissors, postcard stamps, 330 more words
2 months ago
My children deserve better; my children deserve more
than a world that’s left in ashes – we’re leaving them ‘Earth Poor.’
And it’s all because of gluttony and the urge to self-destroy; 71 more words
2 months, 4 weeks ago