I awakened to syllables
in musical notes
from the window sill;

a glistening hue of scarlett
through sheer bedroom curtains.

You traced my steps,
followed droplets of tears
and dried each one
with the hem of your garment;


with shades
of scarlett.

Day 13 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them.


Irises You Planted

I took pages of notes
and had this poem written
in my head last night,
but, the world woke me;
wilted the life
from my crisp pages

leaving me with the reality
of these sparse sentences.

There is a manuscript
buried deep
in 3:00 a.m.
wide irises,
and so much more to me
than my doubt
allows them to see

on the surface.


Author notes
Day 4 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month.),Due to the miracles my family and I have seen so far in 2018, this year, I will dedicate my “poem a day in April”to the one who is responsible. I made him a promise that I intend to fulfill ❤


Waiting to Flower

Come for me
as cherry blossoms

and daffodils yellow
like memories
I wish to forget,
so, I wave a dandelion,
waiting for April

like a poet’s fingers
finding words.




Take a breath and let it go.

Climb that mountain
and leave your valleys
far behind;

the nectar of wildflowers
flowing like sweet perfume

of his presence

filling your senses
like meadows
we tiptoed through.

You lead
and I will follow
fingers fumbling
through the words
of your book,

every syllable
leaving an imprint

of love upon my heart.


Symmetry of Petal and Soul

Awaken to a yellow sun
smiling daffodil lips
penetrating layers of spring
on a honeysuckle morning,
strumming love notes
into sentences;
dandelion fluff dancing
to dust in our tresses.

We lie ‘neath the willow
conversing in pretty adjectives
trading pink petals
for three little words,
falling back upon forget-me-nots-
blue and forgiving,
like constellations colliding
within the irises of our eyes.

Blanket, basket,
bouquets of marigolds
in scent of summer
under shadow of birch,
glasses bubbling over
stumbling on my words
caught up in your gaze;
limbs bend, curve
to the shape of a heart;
in a silhouette of us.




Just a sprinkle from your fingers
brings dreams to fruition;
sundays delicately flow
like newborn calla lilies
muting the sounds of earth;

thoughts softly spread love notes
across miles of soil, catching breeze,
blowing dandelion dust
over the face of the flowering
like the day you breathed us
into existance.

~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 26.

I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind


I Need More Time On The Wheel

not for the jewels
that shine above us,

but, for gifts, unseen

given from the hands
that join heaven and earth;

the potter
who lifted us from the miry clay
and molded us
into polished vessels

that can only attempt
to mirror his reflection.

I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. .. This is day 13.