• Autumn Swirl

    Steamy mug of spicy cider. Swirling leaves a’tumbling down. Gentle breeze evokes a shiver. Summer’s casting off her crown. Soft wind spiced with harvest’s fragrance. Melon juice drips off my chin. Crickets chirping final chorus. Autumn’s fingers reaching in. Sapphire blooms along the fencerow. Zinnias tempt with pollen binge. Pumpkin splashes dot the garden. Russet… Continue Reading

  • In a Nutshell

    Critiques crush, yet . . . I persist. Rejections rain, yet . . . I persist. Naysayers speak, yet . . . I persist. Self-doubt hovers, yet . . . I persist. I shield this self-doubt with my mantra. As an aspiring children’s writer, I’d like to proclaim my mantra written by a famous somebody… Continue Reading

  • Glory in the Meadow

    When a great teacher passes, he leaves behind . . . golden memories . . . of love . . . in God’s glorious garden of life. When a great teacher passes, he leaves behind . . . no doubts . . . of his destination. “I will be in glory,” he assures us. When… Continue Reading

  • Sweet Honey Buzz

    If I buzzed about in blooms, I’d chat with friends in rosy rooms. I’d sip from fragrant purple buds in polka-dotted pollen duds. I’d soar among the hollyhocks and snuggle into frilly frocks. I’d conjure up a sweetened brew that’d flow like sunshine’s golden hue. I’d rest beneath a hosta bell where perfumed dreams would… Continue Reading

  • Wild Blackberry Banter

    My first reaction to a situation tells me a lot about me. ******* If you were to unexpectedly drop by Peacock Prairie late in the morning, ideally this would be my reaction: Dog barks. I stop my writing and look up from my computer. Someone’s here. Who could it be? Pre-showered, in a mis-matched outfit,… Continue Reading

  • One Little Thing

    Throughout my day, my mind is peppered with ideas of ways to spread love– reach out to that one, drop that one a note, open up to that one, hug that one, stop and pay attention to that one, give some time to that one. Often the ideas are out of my comfort zone, so… Continue Reading

  • Cascades of Old-fashioned Creamy Pink Roses

    Tucked away in my memories like old lace in the linen closet are childhood visits to the neighboring farmhouse. Climbing the secret stairs under towering maples, my siblings and I knew to circle round to the back porch in search of chewy oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies and a coveted visit. In June, the perimeter of the… Continue Reading