Two Poems

I love to write poetry, especially about nature.  I am privileged to have two of my poems post to Jellyfish Whispers this morning.

Hot-and-Heavy July

Temps in the 100s for several days now, here in the South.Seems perfectly reasonable: The month of July, named in honor of the family of Roman ruler Julius Caesar, was considered the point in the year when the sun was most potent.The ancient Saxons called July “Hey Monath,” because it was when they usually mowed and made their hay-harvest.   Hot-and-heavy July greets us—body and soul—smack in the middle of sweet summertime, when we might be wishing for more than an Italian ice to cool us. Maybe a trip to Alaska....more
hi isabel  love your souther style poetry and writing. best, Kristen no egomore

Find Your Way

Sometimes you are forced to do things in a way that you don't prefer, and sometimes, as a result, you discover something great.   It took me until at least my late twenties to learn that my way is not the only way. Not only is it not the only way, it's often not the best way. This was a humbling lesson for me. It didn't happen overnight, nor can I trace it back to one specific event....more

Half Hearts

Seen DifferentlyI recently reset my computer’s desktop background to a default image from my computer.  I was a black and white negative of a leaf.It is a neat affect because it causes you to look at something potentially very familiar a little differently.  I have been meaning to try this photographic affect and here are a couple of my first attempts....more

It's a Brown World

"I wike bown." the little three year old girl said. She was circling her paintbrush loaded with brown paint around and around on her smooth paper."I like brown, too," I replied, a little surprised. Most preschool girls reach for the pink and purples paints. But this paint was a nice brown color, smooth and rich....more

Return to nature

Sunday afternoon turned unexpectedly sunny so I took the opportunity to go run on some trails. It was a welcome break from pounding the pavement on city streets. My destination: Tryon Creek State Park, tucked between Southwest Portland and Lake Oswego. ....more

The Beauty of Nature

Living, Loving, Laughing...

A Different Kind of Tree Hugger

A Different Kind of Tree Hugger   ...more

The First Signs of Spring

On Sunday Morning my heart went pitter patter! The sun was out to greet us with her warmth and felt like spring had finally arrived to grace us with its mellow presence. It was the perfect day to explore a little of Jasper.It was the sound of running water which made me jump with glee! The ice was melting and the river was flowing!...more