A tress never a keepsake or a charm For your abundant charming ways The aroma lingers after any rose withers No garden blooms an ugly rose Where does a withered rose live? A preferred rose’s splendor adored sans marks Alas, tossed alongside a fine compost The strong scent of a withered rose Awakes plentiful garden with bees Hear a…

John Lennon’s lovely song, Imagine, inspires this piece. Imagine there is no hunger in this world Everyone shares the abundance Consumes only for sustenance We sustain life Imagine there is no climate change The environment is mindfully protected Control our air emissions We do not perish…

We women of now walk differently Sought to tend and mend gently Adorn hats of plenty in rainbow colors Tears of joy never hesitate to flow Balancing acts holding back brine Breaking glass ceilings being unbroken Seen as beautiful souls Rejoice this mold of the human form …

Enjoy puppy times! Woof! Woof! My buddy Buffy thinks Christmas comes in the summer and celebrates Christmas in the middle of the summer. Buffy likes to celebrate, and there is nothing wrong with celebrating summer in the summer, not Christmas. Buffy needs to be corrected. In…

Within us —

Medium ones too — No matter how busy one gets, one must stop to read the poem, "How Do I Love Thee (Sonnet 43)" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, of the folks that take to reading poetry, if they have not done so already, or else their electronic gadget will pulsate with a feverish pitch…

A flash of pink — Cruising down the street At the speed limit To the left and right It is the same sight I wish not to see Time and again I ask, “Why?” This time to the right It was a “little” different A LITTLE LITTLE LITTLE A little flash of pink I take another peek An adult squatted curbside She was playing Tic-tac-toe On the retaining wall She…

Trying tricks — puppy tails It’s lovely to be back here after my mom broke her laptop. She ran from the restaurant like it had caught fire. But actually, there was no fire. As she cut the chicken on her plate, a piece flew and fell on…

Greetings — Mon ami, Fall crept fast for us to savor the smell of apple cider, mums, and the perishing beauty of spring and summer. Dreadful September ripped my heart out of my ribs, now evident by October in the middle of our world. In this mum, like the mums, the best…