Autumn is my favorite season with its changing colors and nip in the air. But there’s always a tradeoff. When the clock falls back, we lose the golden hour at day’s end—the price for getting an extra hour of sleep.
Tag: poem
Friday Feeling: Do You Need More—or Is “Enough” Okay?
What’s real? Collecting likes on social media or taking in nature? Being outside, breathing fresh air, scooping up an apple, biting into its juiciness, gently scratching the base of a horse’s neck . . . bring on the dopamine flow. That’s why I wrote the poem “Apple Chill.”
On the Fragility And Glory of Autumn: “Royal Wind Riders”
This poem is about monarch butterflies experiencing a long-term decline due to threats from habitat loss, pesticides, and climate change. In pre-Hispanic legend, the migrating butterflies carried ancestral souls visiting from the afterlife.
Coneflower Sequence: Finding Harmony in a Fractured World
Last spring, I wanted something trouble-free and found it in coneflower seed packets, buying into the midsummer promise of self-sowing sun lovers—now overrunning the garden with nature’s lavender turns. Seed heads bristle symmetry, measure upon measure, Fibonacci’s weathered tune luring goldfinches to August feasts.
Mottled History: The Love Behind a Peeling Vintage Table
I wore down layers of old paint on the vintage table. Running my hands over the just-right smoothness, I saw stories in the splotched surface: black paint from the furniture’s earliest days—maybe when my grandmother sipped morning coffee and gazed on her flowers; green when my mother went for a spring look; and sunny yellow in the hopeful days of my marriage.