Summer Storm

Dark before the storm,
Air still with expectancy
Awaiting cleansing.

Flower Chains

Summer innocence
Little girls and flower chains
Round the world the same.

Lullaby

Summer night frog song
Chorus repeated tirelessly
Lullaby for sleep.

A friend has recently challenged me to record my frog sounds and include with the post. I'm working on that project.

Bullfrog

King Rana Bullfrog
Teaching stillness and patience
Waiting by the pond.

Mother's Day Roses

Happy Mother's Day. I have a red climbing rose that begins to bloom on around Mother's Day every year. It reminds me of the tradition of wearing a red rose to church on Sunday if your Mother was living and a pink rose if your Mother was not living. We always picked our roses from the wild ones growing along the fence. I no longer follow that tradition, but I remember it every year and honor my Mother in my heart. In 2008 I wrote a series of 3 poems about the rose.

Promise in the bud
Of great beauty yet to come,
Glory unfulfilled.

Promise in the flower
Of sweet perfume that lingers,
Holding memories.

Promise in the fruit
Of ripened maturity,
Leads to life again.