That I may publish
with the voice of thanksgiving,
and tell of all thy wondrous works.
Psalm 26: 7

That I may publish
with the voice of thanksgiving,
and tell of all thy wondrous works.
Psalm 26: 7

family tablecloths
passed on to me
they look like
the art I select
for my blogs


predawn
and watching
the sky grow light
gift of another day
to read and write

new time to learn
though many years here
grateful to grow older
blessings for all generations
we all grow together


seasons in the gardens
older now and perhaps
not as many flowers
but rather the perennials
that grow bloom
always return

clouds and sky
spruce tree branches still
reading poems
that offer hope
and rest

my heart sees
what is no longer here
buildings and changes
over time
my heart sees
people I knew
and gardens that grew
in different places
I write from my heart
and my heart sees
in new ways again

poem or photo
perhaps a painting
flowers in the wind

August afternoon
time I know well
gardens, months,
seasons, years

summer garden
some plants rest
some grow


