Curiosity, my chosen muse, speaks to me in the clouds. What hides in the wonder of clouds? The small, blond-haired girl lay in the grass, watching the sky above her. Nestled in the freshly mown grass, she wondered about the clouds floating above her. Why were some fat and [...]
I cherished my sandbox. My dad would pour sand into the box he built for me, and I would sift and push the sand around in little heaps for hours. But I found that playing in the black dirt of the vegetable and flower gardens exposed greater rewards. Small [...]
Nature, if we look out the window, has much to teach us about living and dying. As the Earth rotates around the sun on its lopsided axis, spring gives way to summer, that leaps into fall, that glides into winter, and starts all over again. Plants and animals [...]
The thread’s strength depends on the "seers" willingness to look, to gaze in wonder at the ordinariness filling the spaces we inhabit. Merriam-Webster defines mundane as "relating to or characteristic of the world; practical, ordinary." The repetitive, daily activities like washing dishes, mowing the lawn, or driving to [...]
My answer to that question partially rests on my perspective and understanding of what dust is, where it comes from, and how it affects me. I encountered dust this week, some bad, annoying, and another dust full of potential for awe and wonder. I won’t dwell on the bad, [...]
I watch for little signs of hope. I hear a new birdsong, a visitor to our feeder found his way and stopped. I wish I could hear more songs and less shouting, yelling, anger-filled voices. February seems to revel in bewilderment, moving seamlessly from ice to gentle breezes, and then, [...]
Weed? Flower? Who can tell? Delicate yellow petals dance in the morning breeze. Mama calls them weeds. “Pull them up!” “Oooh, these are so pretty,” I say. “Look! It has friends!”, Six golden sisters sway. Flowers. I’m certain! I pick each one just for Mama— a perfect bouquet. [...]
Birds Singing Birds singing— I follow the sound to find joy . . . Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone. —Lawrence Ferlinghetti And always— Be kind. Be brave. Be you. You can find me on Instagram, Bluesky, Facebook, and LinkedIn Photos © Kathryn [...]
Nature's Amazing Revolution I watched them inch their way out of the musty soil. Day by day the leaves stretched their arms embracing a revolution short-lived from bulb to stem embracing buds with anticipation as sun, rain, gentle breezes of spring burst forth— the yellow daffodils. . . [...]
The Storm Flashing in clouds dark and foreboding rumbling and shaking solid ground birds take flight before the storm wind wails a soulful song trees bend kissing ground eyes watch for signs of first drops and then— rain. . . . A poet is, before anything else, a [...]
