cashier’s cottage
drive-thru banking parks the car
retired piggy bank
cashier’s cottage
drive-thru banking parks the car
retired piggy bank
light’s silent embrace
a time-suspended moment
etched in memory
shapes twist in my gaze
bending lines in a strange maze
looking up sideways
roadside tables wait
sea’s melody fills the air
forgotten coast calls
stark contrasts combine
lone pine in dune’s sunlit sands
shadows weave the lines
roofless hut finds grace
apalachicola town
palm trees and sunshine
weathered barn stands tall
coca-cola sign, a charm
modern days of past
his name was rusty
orphaned by a hurricane
sad boy deeply loved
crimson orbs of life
nestled in a bowl’s embrace
nature’s sweet delight
morning mist hovers
clouds dusted with pastel hues
oh sweet amelia
whispering oak trees
shadows dance ‘neath worn porch boards
southern secrets sleep
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
fear and bliss entwined
an adrenaline junkie
living on the edge
solitary boat
resting ‘neath the fiery sky
embracing twilight
gentle swaying fronds
rustling secrets of the breeze
palm’s eye on the world
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
waves crashing the shore
dunes rise and fall with the wind
sand hiding my feet
from the ocean’s depth
to the photographer’s hands
deep sea treasure found
paths left behind fade
silent phones and empty chairs
new roads to be paved
a beach ball memoir
hot dogs, potato salad
flip flops in the sand
sun rays streaming through
creating paradise found
peaceful profound bliss
as thoughts drift away
a long pause hangs in the air
gazing at the sea
love blooms like roses
petals soft as whispered words
eternal beauty
tulip symphony
like a curtsy in the vase
petals bend and bow
the smell of salt air
as the wind blows through my hair
gulf breeze love affair
built only to serve
not just stone, metal and glass
angel of the coast
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
how quiet the pond
reflecting clouds and stillness
the scent of cedar
against a brilliant
sunset in the everglades
a blue heron rests
broken string, lonesome
another missing, not found
yearning harmony
along my journey
slash pines and palm trees reach out
in the morning fog
the cloudy night sky
holds the soft glow of the moon
in graceful silence
she’s imagining
silk strings and dark warm cedar
conversing through song
day surrenders night
and above a calming sea
the full moon shines bright
a scaffold building
spider orbits his web space
this autumn evening
breathtaking sunset
with silhouetting palm trees
magical moment
hurricane debris
there you were, starving skinny
precious friend, miss you
in my arms, you laid
your awesomeness consumed me
my son, moon, and stars
circling around, i
eagle, tornado, or song
circling around me
sunflower yellow,
mandalas, saffron crayons
happy face fellows
along the roadside
a tattered sign to nowhere
pointing to the moon
please do not stir fry
or serve sliced and diced with rice
Princess prefers life
there comes a time for
realigning your journey
reflective moments
springtime bouquet with,
‘pleased to meet you’ sunflowers
life’s joys in a vase
two tender tulips
hidden in bouquet of twelve
touchy feely buds
bronze sunset begins
water ripples grow and fade
wings silently sleep
lens and pen artists
who’d grown to become mothers
simpler days held close
imagination
in cinder block studio
roses take a chair
possibilities
apple sauce, butter, or pie
five apples waiting
the katydids’ sing
among swaying seas of grass
as i walk their path
looking through the lens
lovely young camellias
just because of you
in Colorado
on a steep sloping hill stands
a world of comfort
the colors of faith
casting hints, tints, tones, and hues
on the believers
looking up to view
towering trees with large heads
swaying against blue
like a sailing ship
on a vast and changing sea
so too is my life
a spiral staircase
in a shell, in the cosmos
divine calculus
mirror images
bouncing back with eagerness
mystery of self