Ironically, it is right around thanksgiving when the wild turkeys make their rounds, strutting around like they own the place. All things considered, it isn’t entirely unreasonable.

A flock of females waltz by, elegant even in their subdued colors, leisurely going from one yard to the next. They care not for the occasional car waiting as some dozen of them mosey across the road, one deliberate st...

You’re beautiful, do you know?

Your face turns toward the sun

It seems to greet you

You smile

And the earth smiles back

Is it out of love or fear?

I don’t think you will ever know

Adoration twists just as easily as anything

Heat bites at you with its sharp, sharp fangs

The sun’s smile becomes a snarl

Does your own smile falter?

Does the fear of the world stifle your beauty?

I think it is the so...

Rylee skips rocks across the brown water while Ravi watches from a tall tree. She bounces one five times and Ravi snorts.

“Only five? I could beat you easily,” he says.

“Then get your ass down here,” she replies.

“I would but…” Ravi looks around the empty creek and smiles. “Come up here, come see.”

Rylee skips her last good rock across the water and turns to him, rolling her eyes and walking tow...

Rylee skips rocks across the brown water while Ravi watches from a tall tree. She bounces one five times and Ravi snorts.

“Only five? I could beat you easily,” he says.

“Then get your ass down here,” she replies.

“I would but…” Ravi looks around the empty creek and smiles. “Come up here, come see.”

Rylee skips her last good rock across the water and turns to him, rolling her eyes and walking tow...

A soft breeze blows. A beautiful dandelion dances in the wind. It beckons me to come closer. As I pick it up, I notice how optimistic and full of life it is. As I blow on the seeds, they scatter through the air as gracefully as figure skaters on ice. I sigh as I am filled with great joy and relaxation. It’s now time to go home....

The cobra proves coward

The dragon drab and persnickety (work? what’s that?)

And both just want to sleep.

But seems the scaled one with gratitude for kindness (and a true beating heart that endured kibble)

And who magically grew fur

Should have place before Made in China...

I am night. The day is lime coleus and painted Japanese fern, your beloved Thai basil, and those ratty begonias you picked up in the grocery store. The day is bright and hot. Everyone and everything moves fast. The day is speed.

People think I’m slow. What I am is relentless. I eat your coleuses in lime, coral pink, and deep burgundy frills. I eat your fern painted and otherwise. Basils are my fa...

She shook with anticipation eager to pounce on the fresh cut lawn. Scratching at the door sending Morse code commands for “please open”. Bolting out the door all you could see was a white cloud streak zooming past. She danced in the grass so happily you could see her smile from a mile away. Frolicking in the flowers then suddenly stopping to bask in the sun light. Then a butterfly caught her eye a...

The Wind is sleeping.

The forest is quiet, and the Wind is soft. There’s a hush amongst the leaves, not a single deer heard trotting by. Now, what makes a forest so quiet, yet so loud? Is it the overwhelming abundance of trees, or the river that carries many? Perhaps it is the Wind that tells the trees to quiet, and to tell the leaves to stop flying.

The Wind takes form in many ways, it’s as sim...

The night is warm

And pleasant

The stars are shining

The sky is a deep blue

The cliff I’m standing near

Is framed beautifully

It’s painful really

Just how beautiful

The evening is

The moon is full

And iridescent

Glowing in the dark blue sky

The breeze is just the right kind

Where it blows your hair

Just out of your face

It seems to hold your hand

And whisper in your ear

Sweet nothings

As if that’s...