Whimsy

  • Sensible

    Shall I be sensible a moment? Oh, dying to live, dear dreary day. Let you find me twisted beautifully among the berry vines. Let you be the one to be sensible. Continue reading

  • Feathers

    She fled her body, to where the poets fly. Her heart lived in that place, an angel by night light. There were feathers on the wind of day, and music, like a lovers kiss, drifting. Oh, how she loved, there.… Continue reading

  • The Orchard

    As I sit quietly, alone, with the birds as my friends, I watch the orchard sway with the breeze and I ask myself: Is it the orchard, alone, I see? Or has the orchard become the miraculous creation of the… Continue reading

  • The Wind

    The wind, I think, is peace. The breath of the earth. The song of the trees. And we will bathe in her softness, today, and every day. The wind, I think, rolls all days into one. May she catch us… Continue reading

  • Flowers

    The flowers opened with the rooster’s crow and closed as the sun went down. Everyone called them weeds, and that’s what they were if you were someone other than me. Whatever their name, they woke and fell asleep with the… Continue reading

  • Elf

    I just watched Lord of the rings, again; I’m certain I’ve missed my calling as an Elf. Twirling leaves, swaying, falling. Flowing gowns, floating on air. Softness. Romance. Light and trees. I’m certain I’ve missed my calling as an Elf.… Continue reading

  • Sweet Aching Quiet

    Sweet aching quiet. Soft night, curled up beside me. I know you. I know your fragile whispers, well. Continue reading

  • The Wish

    It would be okay, I believe, If you were to make a wish and put it in your pocket. It would be okay, especially so, if the wish was sweet. For a wish made carefully is often much sweeter if… Continue reading

  • How Lovely

    How lovely. The wind of peace. Here. Now. My how lovely. Continue reading

  • Lovely

    Good morning, sun. And river. Flowers and trees. Happy day to you, wind, and the bird song you sweep over mountains. (Good morning, birds, and mountains, too.) I will let you be, this day of life. I will let you… Continue reading