Slowly it came – a grey hair here a wrinkle there until one day my mirror reflected a stranger. Could it be that a little kindness here a restrained temper there could wrought such change that one day my mirror will reflect a stranger? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For DVerse’s Quadrille # 71  Prompt – Change.


Build a home Layer by layer First of love Then prayer Make the pillar strong Roof stable To shelter Offspring to love born Helpless souls blessing home With graces untold Years go by Fledglings fly In the empty nest Life goes on.   WPC:  DELTA  

ODE TO A DEAD POND (WPC: Transmogrify)

Once swans glided on your surface while watchful clouds hovered above Canadian Geese honked their presence squirrels skittered in the nearby grove Your benches hosted lovers’ trysts and gave solace to distraught souls on the shore, gulls gobbled the feast – breadcrumbs kids tore from moldy loaves. In deep winter your frozen pond held childrenContinue reading “ODE TO A DEAD POND (WPC: Transmogrify)”


 August comes with a warning – You see it in the leaves turning in the middle of summer Fall’s shadow appears; it is in the flowers dying in the sad news I heard of friends and loved ones leaving Life is changing and August comes with a warning perhaps to prepare our souls for joyContinue reading “AUGUST COMES WITH A WARNING”


“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the water to create many ripples.” ~Mother Teresa of Calcutta “Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossingContinue reading “CHANGE”