Simply Sunday

Butterfly

Some would say her
emergence mirrors
our beginnings

Damp wings gently
fluttering to dry
before taking flight

But I would argue her
flight more closely
mirrors our ending

For she has already
journeyed from leaf to
twig, across blades of grass

Over terrain, smooth and
rough, picking up bits
of life all along the way

Eventually wrapping
herself in so many layers
no room remains for living

Only room for reflection-
Like that required for
our final transformation

Leaving behind the shell
that faithfully held us
to the end of our journey

When our spirit, like the
newly flown butterfly,
experiences true freedom

Until it was Time

Nobody told me
how much I would miss you
Maybe they assumed I knew
Common sense and all

But common sense is not
the same as preparation
And missing you is something
I couldn’t prepare for anyway

I suppose they were
trying to do me a favor
A way to enjoy time with
no thoughts of finality

If I even believe in time

Truth is, I already knew
No warning needed
I knew, just kept the
knowing buried deep

Buried deep
until it was time
to remember both
the happy and the sad

Simply Sunday

TRY AGAIN

The drought spreads
dry, dusty air
into my lungs

Seeps under my skin
Hardens my heart
Oppresses my soul

I search for
A sip of water
A drop of rain

Any semblance of relief
I know it exists

That kind of help
already at work
before you even
know it is needed

A light breeze
carrying a cloud
A heavy cloud
releasing the rain

I try to sing
but the words
get caught
in the back
of my throat

You quietly whisper
I am here. Try again

One note carries another
and soon, a melody emerges
from a time long gone-
Restoring body, heart, mind, and soul

“He hides my soul in the cleft of the rock that shadows a dry, thirsty land.” Fanny Crosby

The Daffodil and Me

Buried deep in the earth
surrounded by fertile soil
a cycle of moisture
and warmth from
an unseen source above

Encouraging the tiniest of stretches

Baby roots begin
to reach while
grounded- In chorus,
ready to follow
an unknown path

The hard work of
seed to sprout-
The patience of
bud to flower
while weathering storms

Until the sun affectionately
lifts her lovely face
toward the sky
begging the question

What comes next?

This poem is from my collection The Space Between Clouds.

Simply Sunday

IN THE CLOUDS

Posed on a calm
quiet breeze
or shouted
in frantic storms
the question remains the same

Do you see me?

My soul longs
to slow down
to be still
Locking my eyes on
the whole of you

Do you see me?

Recognizing the purpose
provided in your design
whether serene or inclement
Answering your question
as you answer mine

Yes! There you are! I see you!

Simply Sunday

CLEANSING RAIN

Cold, heavy rain falls
No end in sight
A constant hum
forcing quiet
contemplation

The sound of troubles
being washed away
Cleansing the
Cluttered
Landscape

Reminding my heart
even while we live
under the same sky
our needs vary place
to place, day to day

If this day found you
weary, parched or hollow
May it leave you
refreshed, quenched
and overflowing


I am grateful for the opportunity to share my poetry this afternoon at Tidewater Winery in Drumright, OK. I wanted to share one of the poems I will be reading with you.❤️

I have been absent from WordPress lately- just life- and have missed reading your words. I plan to get back in a routine soon.


Simply Sunday

Some days call for revisiting, revising, and then sharing again. Today is one of those days. Sending Love. 💙

Living Kindness

Thirst quenched
with a cup
of cool water

Hunger eased
with a tasty
morsel of food

Fears calmed
within the warmth
of safe shelter

Hands in
desperation
seeking to survive

Hands in
kindness
seeking to share

Hand to heart
Heart to hand
Soul to soul

Doorways opened
Pathways cleared
Kindness lived out

Felicitous Fissure

A heavy haze dimmed
the morning sun-
Smoke from distant fires

Your sudden appearance
displayed a momentary
ray of light

A welcome distraction
from the dusty horizon

I thought you were alone-
Standing, innocent,
out in the open

The lovely green field
a perfect contrast
with your soft tan coat

Then I saw the other-
Your sibling, perhaps?

Barely visible, camouflaged
by a patch of tall grass,
as if hiding

An early morning game
of hide-and-seek?

Do soft, tan fawns
play hide-and-seek?

The thought causes me
to smile as I
continue driving

Hopeful I will soon
break through the
gauzy veil threatening
to steal my breath

An unexpected fissure
begins to form as I
imagine you hopping
into the tall grass-I found you!

Simply Sunday

Simply Sunday is back! I participated in an author event yesterday, and several friends stopped by. 🩷

Inviting

It has the power
to convey a lifetime
Transcending years past

Instant recall
of sweet memories
as well as difficult days

Its beauty lives in the eyes
The way they twinkle,
glimmer with tears

A message
Clearly conveyed
I see you, I remember

And sometimes,
that sweet smile
acts as a magnet

Connecting past with
present, offering
hope for the future

Surprise Parade

Baby clouds dot
the afternoon sky
Reminding me of a
playground full of children

I wonder if the clouds noticed
The parade of geese this morning?

Adults noticed-
I’m certain of that!

Cranky car horns honked,
unintentionally joining
The naturally humorous
noise of such a procession

What if children witnessed the parade?
Would their laughter influence

Reactions powerful enough
to transform the noises of
impatience, anger, and greed

Enticing wearied souls
back to the carefree
wonder of childhood

At least long enough to enjoy
a morning parade of geese