Simply Sunday

How to Greet the Day

With a yawn
and a stretch
Eyes still closed
Lay still, and listen

Listen to the birds
Happily chattering
No fear of creatures
still silently slumbering

Listen to your heart
beating slow and steady
Breathe in grace, mercy, hope
Breathe out a quiet Thank you

I found myself in need of this reminder today. Perhaps you need it, too. ❤️🕊️❤️

Afternoon Blues

Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight

A white cottony cloud
gently cradled by
powder blue skies

A newborn baby
swaddled in a
handsewn blanket

Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight

Ease the weight
of my fears, as
teardrops freely fall

Bring peace that
lasts through the
deepest midnight

Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight

Simply Sunday

Thankful

Newly opened buds
drinking gentle
morning rain

Pines across the
way, soaking in
the afternoon sun

Downy woodpecker
perched on newly
found suet feeder

My heart seeing
Your sweet smile
through the window

My doubts fading
as other hearts
intently listen


I know the world feels heavy, but today I am choosing reasons to be thankful. Though they may seem simple, acknowledging them brings a little peace. 🩷🕊️

Full Capacity

Pink and white azalea blossoms
fall with the gentlest breeze-
A soft blanket on dark, rich soil

Soon, the foundation of
roots, stems, and leaves
will be all that remains
of them until next Spring

Newly planted Bubblegum
Pink Petunias, the babies
of this small flower bed

Huddle quietly, calmly
waiting for roots to take hold
so they can dance, dance, dance

Joseph’s Coat, variety
Alternanthera Chartreuse-
Bright, young, and green,
Their faithful protector

Countless lifetimes
lived in one minuscule
fragment of rich terra firma

Capacity for growing
Capacity for living
Capacity for dying
Capacity for remembering

Catching Light

A constellation of water droplets
clings tightly to my window

Tiny spheres sparkling bright
as the brightest stars
shining in the darkest dark

So close, separated only
by a single pane of glass
not millions of light-years

My hands can touch neither
the droplets nor the stars-
Yet, each embraces me

Heart, mind, and soul-
Assuredly the most
endearing enfolding

Like the quiet twinkle
in your eyes, a welcome
endless embrace

Breathless

Stretched across the sky
A swimmer, graceful and strong
Head tilted to one side

One arm stretched out in front
The other by her side, mid stroke
Gliding across the blue

Legs stretched out behind
feet gently kicking-
Every muscle engaged

Strange, the thought of
swimming across the sky
instead of the ocean

Arms reaching for
a pink moon, instead
of the sandy shore

Images stretched across
a blue canvas-Breathless-
Clouds, swimmer, and observer

Downy Soft


A melody fluttered
across the sky

Notes patterned
In twos, threes, and fours

An invisible string
Gently coaxing them
along a wavering staff

Unusual notes, clad
in feathers that fluffed
with each released tone

I couldn’t hear the music.
But felt grateful, nonetheless

A joyful witness to
Downy soft improvisation

Healing Rays

My eyes are closed
The sun’s intense heat
warms my face

Its rays attempt
to pierce my eyelids

Sun spots gently float
across the black
in front of my eyes

I fight the urge to sneak a
peek at my surroundings

My body needs this time-
Time enough to lose
all sense of time

Focused only on keeping
my eyes closed

While sinking deeper into
this out of the blue, but
most welcomed, warmth

Simply Sunday

Photo by Paul Porter

Dynamic Duo

A perfectly posed pair
Painted in ombre shades
of tan, brown, and white

Their rounded beaks
poised, ready to speak
in sweet solidarity

Their audience of
captivated cattails,
ready to listen

Something tells me
It won’t be a long speech
A lesson in commitment
and contentment, perhaps

Thankful for each other
and their current view

Playful Parcel

It’s been three days
since I saw you
running and playing
in the field with
your friends

Or perhaps,
They were your siblings

I smiled at the sight
of your frolic- and though
I couldn’t stop and
take in the whole

The space encircling me
magically slowed enough
to plant the lovely scene
inside a recollection box

And here I sit, three
days later, smiling again
at the motion-filled painting
expanding in my mind from
one brief moment of noticing

Parcel: a reference to a small group of young deer.