designing basics
circle, square, the triangle’s lure
shapes simple and pure
designing basics
circle, square, the triangle’s lure
shapes simple and pure
autumn’s brush in hand
leaves transform from green to gold
nature’s art unfolds
smoother over time
the sandpaper of the sea
washes over thee
shapes twist in my gaze
bending lines in a strange maze
looking up sideways
whispers in the wind
spring green with shades of purple
nature’s art unveiled
psychedelic tones
fingers dance across the frets
1960s rock
wainwrights shaped the past
a war for independence
freedom drove wood wheels
crimson orbs of life
nestled in a bowl’s embrace
nature’s sweet delight
lotus petals bloom
buddha’s teachings gently guide
peace flows from within
like gentle corkscrews
with playful swirls, twists, and turns
goose feathers with curls
in a dream, i heard
victrola and mandolin
amidst forest green
petals unfurling
watching life’s steps, unpacking
birth, midlife, and death
tire chick’s proud workplace
painted old tires stacked in place
sun hat, tweety face
from the ocean’s depth
to the photographer’s hands
deep sea treasure found
nested in a tree
mama bird feeds hungry beaks
love in every tweet
i’m pretty in pink
adorning my face with grace
big nose kitchen sink
love blooms like roses
petals soft as whispered words
eternal beauty
which came first they ask
chicken or egg, a debate
nature’s mystery
tulip symphony
like a curtsy in the vase
petals bend and bow
soft petals unveil
tones and shades with dots of black
monotone tulips
in the good old days
phone cords not long enough and
mailbox greeting cards
a vase of flowers
in shades and tints of dutch blue
tea cups and saucers
like a painter’s brush
delicate orchid petals
show off their colors
in morning slumber
rooster guards my coffee cup
percolator clucks
broken string, lonesome
another missing, not found
yearning harmony
gone to history
hard drives, letters, memories
twenty-three sets sail
may mother earth heal
may animals not suffer
peace on earth for all
now is the season
for hearts to remember hearts
the colors of love
antique silverware
wrapped inside a baby’s bib
found when grandma died
she’s imagining
silk strings and dark warm cedar
conversing through song
those who have a why
can bear almost any how
goals lead us forward
high above the ground
a window and feathered nest
facing sky and sea
delicate beauty
the lilies of the valley
nourished by raindrops
curiosity
elegant agility
life as a house cat
a scaffold building
spider orbits his web space
this autumn evening
flowers in their hair
street theater spreading peace
all you need is love
sun on rusty trucks
silently recalling those
happy bygone days
dancing dragonfly
ballerina on trapeze
twirling the clothesline
life as a tulip
bending, flowing, surviving
renaissance woman
beast of burden at
one hundred and six degrees
gimme shelter, please
your mind was elsewhere
as seen in your reflection
captured by my heart
meeting of the minds
two heads are better than one
or a lot of bull
taffeta dresses
satin shoes, hairdos up high
life as a princess
sitting next to you
dark hair, tight jeans, cowboy boots
green truck memories
glorious driftwood
a once strong, handsome tree, now
new life springs from thee
colored light concert
dancing across the paper
abstract art in flight
sunflower yellow,
mandalas, saffron crayons
happy face fellows
along the roadside
a tattered sign to nowhere
pointing to the moon
i loved you, no doubt
atoms of you charmed my heart
logic struck you out
flex, turn, tilt; color
moving at the speed of light
through my water glass
springtime bouquet with,
‘pleased to meet you’ sunflowers
life’s joys in a vase
on lazy spring days
window light bathes the kitchen
three tomatoes bright
two tender tulips
hidden in bouquet of twelve
touchy feely buds
its graceful presence
arrives in morning twilight
life as a flower
lens and pen artists
who’d grown to become mothers
simpler days held close
glowing peacefully
sunlit hopefulness blossoms
life after the storm
brightly lit Times Square
shiny sidewalks everywhere
rain, rain in the air
imagination
in cinder block studio
roses take a chair
possibilities
apple sauce, butter, or pie
five apples waiting
running up and down
and hiding from fat cat joe
leadfoot lizzy lulls
i can see beauty
in the sleeping butterfly
the lonely artist
look-in and gaze-in
a-wait-in for the next urge
‘tween must-have cat naps
you brought me flowers
rousing, passionate color
in my sleepy face
looking through the lens
lovely young camellias
just because of you
the colors of faith
casting hints, tints, tones, and hues
on the believers
a spiral staircase
in a shell, in the cosmos
divine calculus