WHEREVER THE SUNFLOWERS ARE

Wherever the sunflowers are is summer calling the butterflies to feast and the gold finch to sing Wherever the sunflowers are is cheer neither night nor stormy days could dim Guileless faces, untouched by care, in their heart is the certitude the sun is always there.

SAILBOAT

My little sailboat floundersIn a sea of whispersHas it forgotten its courseAmidst so many voicesSaying go north, or south, or east, or west?My little sailboat spinsIn the currents. Is there hope for my sailboatEnsorcelled as it isBy sweet-voiced sirensHarboring evil schemes? Alas! Not the pull of the moonNor the push of the windsCould set my

BUTTERFLY

A caterpillar in its cocoon, so are we in our bodies biding the moment to be a butterfly, free among the flowers silent majesty tender voice of high summer flying into fall an empty cocoon you flew like a butterfly never to return Written for DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Meeting the Bar: Haiku Sequence Prompt Especially

TREASURES

My treasures are a visual prayer my eyes delight to see: a garden full of flowers a pocketful of butterflies, flying free; broken seashells smelling of the shore flowered teapots from days of yore cards and notes bearing good wishes faded photos of familiar faces Then, there’s the warmth of sunshine and the freshness of

STILLNESS

There’s the stillness of the river when no wind blows and the stillness of a river knowing how deep its water goes There’s the stillness of the night when the world is at rest and the stillness of dawn just before daylight breaks There’s the stillness of a hunter just before he attacks and the

PATIENCE

See in the caterpillar the butterfly it becomes. See hope wash away despondence. Let children be children becoming their calling. Who’s served when pupae are pushed out of their chrysalis to fly? Grace comes neither too early nor too late but just in time.   ~~~ Linking with DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt.  Kim wants us to

THE SCENT OF A ROSE

Her fragrance was one I could only dream of when I was young. Though the smell of Ylang-ylang and Rosal, more popularly known as Gardenia, infused the air around me, still I longed for the scent of a rose. Yes, roses grew in our area, but they did not have that rose smell that I

AN ANATOMY OF SILENCE

Silence is the sanctuary of my soul. It is the shell that turns sand into a pearl. Within its confines, words lose meaning and become the ripples that disturb the serene surface. How lovely is this silence. How fragile is the stillness. I hide and burrow deeper in its comforts. From within, I see the

INSOMNIA

  Crickets chirped in the moon-kissed night The ticking minutes wore down my spirits The bed creaked, the sheets swished Where? Oh, where was sleep? Cars rolled down the city street; the freight train honked. Weren’t they beat from plying through daytime’s heat? And here I tossed and here I turned envious of the snoring

ACADIA IMPRESSIONS

  Roaring Atlantic hammers against ancient rocks splintering like glass Enduring rocks stand holding back the raging sea sculpture in progress Hungry seagulls scream above the roiling waters swooping down for crumbs earth, water, and air playing nature’s symphony tourists stand in awe For  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads’ Weekend Mini Challenge:  At the Seaside