Evening Walk

Sunset, July 2021

A world comes to life

with the cicada chorus

under sunset sky

Shine

Common Buckeye, July 2021

You have within you

the golden light of evening

let it light your path

Join the Dance

Turk's Cap, July 2021

 

Joy blooms in silence

swirling her way through my heart

with her hand in mine

Falling on Good Soil

Yellow Bush Daisy, July 2021

By a patient hand

rocks are dug and cleared away

so love might take root

Closer

Spider Lily, July 2021

 

Just how far am I 

willing to reach that I might

 touch what is most real?

Hint: what is most real

isn't as far as I think - 

in fact, it's closer

Outstretched

Clematis, July 2021

 

Her outreached arms bend

as if to bless the garden,

her burgeoning home

La Luna

Full Moon, July 2021

 

Above the rooftop

she sends a serene greeting

just before sunrise

Miracle

Milagros Cross, July 2021
made in Mexico

 

O Lord hear my prayer,

I long for a miracle

only you can give

*For a short article on Mexican Milagros, click here.

Gathered

Backyard Bouquet, July 2021

O summer bouquet,

you bring joy to the table

by being yourself

 

Born

Cone Flower, July 2021

Born from tangled leaves

petals ablaze send sweetness

to float on the breeze

*Cone Flowers, also called Echinacea, have a lovely and potent sweet scent to attract butterflies and other pollinators.  

Friend

Gulf Fritillary, July 2021

Captivating friend

your adventures have made you

fearless and dazzling 

Morning Praise

Silver Sage, July 2021

Catch light in your hands

let it be your morning praise,

behold and beheld

Hidden in Plain Sight

Lace Border Moth, July 2021
Magnolia, Texas

 

She blends beautifully

among the fallen, but not

as one who belongs

Up, up and away

Baby Birds, July 2021

Bryan, Texas

Help me remember

what it was to be fragile,

so fresh in the world

*Special thanks to my daughter for spotting and taking photos of these baby birds while she was out & about today. I was thrilled to see them!

** I have been thinking about my use of "was" instead of "is" in the second line. In an earlier draft, I wanted to remember what it "is" to be fragile, but then when I looked longer at the baby birds, I realized, I'll never be as fragile as a newborn again. Never that dependent or vulnerable. I won't be "fresh" in the world again - not in way of the baby birds. As often happens, I feel a divine push against my certainty. If I live long enough, I will become fragile, dependent and vulnerable again - but as an old, old person. I won't be fresh in this world, but I will be fresh in the next. 

By Design

Purple Tile, July 2021

 

Seeing patterns in 

their chaos and clarity

charts hope for healing

Floating

Plumbago, July 2021

Periwinkle clouds

float above a sea of leaves

in soft morning light

Prelude

Hibiscus bud, July 2021

Irresistible,

the blush of a beginning

coming into view

Where Silence Dwells

Forgotten, July 2021
Fair Haven UMC

A forgotten place,

a neglected corner may

become holy ground

Home

Zinnias, July 2021

A scoop of sunset

has found a well-watered home

under the oak tree

Sabbath Walk

 

Walk with me...

 

Until

Fading Knockout Rose, July 2021

Worrisome thoughts burn

the edges of days until

I remember grace

All-day Friends

Watchful Dove, July 2021

Bluejays come early

mockingbirds fuss and frolic

doves are all-day friends

 

Heart Flight

 

Giant Swallowtail, July 2021

How my heart takes flight

when this life catches me by

delightful surprise

More

Drenched Hibiscus, July 2021

The weight of fullness

is more than my heart can hold

may it overflow

A Seedbed

Wild Sunflowers, July 2021

O Lord hear my prayer,

make my heart a seedbed where

love grows wild and free

Cherished Doors

Doorway, July 2021
Fair Haven UMC, Houston

 

I pause and give thanks

for cherished doors that lead me

into your presence

One after the other

Clematis, July 2021

On this summer's day

blessings arrived like suitors

lined up on the porch

 

Annie Dillard Speaks

Nibbled, June 2021

From Annie Dillard

“I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them...”

Annie Dillard speaks-

a Mizpah pulsing with life

nestled in my heart 

 

* Whenever I see a nibbled or gnawed leaf, I always think of these words from Annie Dillard from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. It's been my habit to find my own words on this blog - but I can't resist sharing this quote. It  inspired today's Haiku.

A Soft Morning

Pink Turk's Cap, June 2021

Send a soft morning

so we might move unhurried 

among the flowers

 

Something Beautiful

Day Lilies, June 2021

Just beyond your door

something beautiful awaits

step outside and see!