May your search through Nature lead you to yourself. ~Author unknown
Peony in bloom
From my walk
With Monkey and
Found again what I
Was seeking — this gorgeous
White Peony all in bloom!
Best of all, I’m fairly certain
It’s the same flower I saw before.
Nature is bursting all over these days!
Note: Poetry form is Etheree.
Knowing who you are is the best defense against who they think you are. ~Dodinsky, author
Though I’m a part
Of all the others
Diff’rent — not bad or good
Just trying to be myself
Soaking water, air, and sunshine
Minding my own business as I grow
Conscious I’m the same but very diff’rent.
Note: Poetic form is Etheree.
I wish you enough good memories to see you through the bad times. ~Pam Brown, Australian poet
Dallas, April 2015
Soul Dog Dallas, and
I guess I always will.
Two years now. You departed
Right as the Pandemic began,
Leaving me sad and broken-hearted.
At last you’re free from pain and misery.
Time really has helped me process the grief
Of your passing, and I must admit
So has the arrival of a
New Sheltie puppy, Monkey.
He’s not you, nor will he
Ever be, but still
It helps to have
Note: This poetic form is called Double Etheree.
When the stomach is full the heart is glad. ~Dutch proverb
Or it could be
A small butterfly.
Having a fine dinner
On this pretty pink zinnia.
Or maybe this is a dahlia.
I’m not sure that knowing should matter.
I just thought you’d enjoy seeing them, too!
Note: This poetry form is Etheree (the single kind, not the double, this time).
The garden is the poor man’s apothecary. ~German proverb
Patch of wildflowers
nothing to grow
from this free packet
of seeds someone sent me.
I’d planted free seeds before
and not a single thing came up —
not one weed, no grasses, no flowers.
Blessed is she who expects nothing, right?
Imagine my surprise when I saw these
new beauties popping through the black soil!
First the leaves, followed by flowers —
one pink, one white, one orange —
and there are more to come,
judging by the buds.
Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.
A mom’s hug lasts long after she lets go. ~Author unknown
Azalea in bloom
the rehab place
in time for her to
celebrate Mother’s Day.
All moms are a blessing and
shouldn’t have to be apart from
loved ones on this special occasion.
Happy Mother’s Day from my house to yours!
Note: Poetic form is Etheree.
A nap on a warm day, in the shade, with a breeze, is one of the great pleasures of being. ~Terri Guillemets, American quotation anthologist
Nice nap on
A winter’s day
Nestled in the crook
Of a big maple tree
With the warm sun on my back
And a gentle breeze in my face
And no barking dogs to annoy me
A squirrel’s life is the best life for me!
Note: This form of poetry is called Etheree.
If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown
Can see changes
In our surroundings.
Twenty minutes apart:
And the leaves begin to glow.
The sky becomes a denim blue,
And color washes over our world.
A new day has dawned for us to enjoy.
We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light. ~Evelyn Dunbar, British artist, illustrator, and teacher
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree.
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that supposed to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
Who loves us
In spite of our
Flaws and prickliness.
The one who gave us life
And sacrificed her own hopes
To keep us happy, safe, and clean.
How can we ever thank her enough?
But perhaps she doesn’t need repayment.
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree. Today is my mom’s birthday (I won’t say how many!). Happy B-day, Mom!
The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. ~Thomas Jefferson, third president of the United States
Red sky at morning is indicative
Of bad weather to come, so they say.
But oh, what beautiful sky scenes
Such reds, golds, and purples bring!
Who can lie still in bed
When beauty abounds?
Not me! No way!
Phone in hand
To the east
At a sunrise
That was so gorgeous
It took my breath away.
Everything was bathed in pink —
Houses, fences, trees, lawns, and more
Glowing a shimmery shade of rose.
Making me glad I was up to see it.
Note: Poetry form is a Double Reversed Etheree. You can find out more about this form here.