from grief to healing

the warm sun

does nothing to ease

painful grief

gripping heart

in time my brokenness mends

to find light again

- Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Picking up the Pieces

summer

in summer

I want the days

to go by slowly

enjoy the warm sun

and occasional breeze

against my skin

yet the days seem

to go by quickly

I blink and it’s 

already August

with only a few weeks

left to savor the season

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #204: Summertime

eclipse

we watch the blue sky

turn into midnight blue

as the moon pass the sun

holding hands we take in 

the beauty of the universe

imprinting it into memory

time seemed to stand still

then the sky lightens and 

the sun returns to our faces

- Written for dVerse Poetics: Writing "something beautiful".  This poem was inspired by the artwork "The Eclipse" (1970) by artist Alma Thomas, Smitsonian American Art Museum.  

taking a mental rest day in the orchard

I pick crab apples 

under the summer sky

without a care in my mind

this short getaway 

was much needed 

for my soul

I sip wine watching 

the clouds float by

I don’t want to go home

where my hefty duties 

await my return

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #203: Feeling Crabby

the "S" word

three small words

caught in throat

blocking the airway

valley between us

only grows wider

as silence lingers

in night shadows

guilt gnaws deeply

yet we still

cannot say those

magic three words

I am sorry

and the sharp

pain and scars

never fade away

vignettes of summer

under air conditioners

cold air blast against our skin

a cool oasis

chlorine fills the air

kids splashing in swimming pools

lifeguards sip water

we sit in the car

ice cream dripping down our hands

sun begins to fade

we chase fireflies

as the sky turns to violet

mason jars alight

- Written for Writers Digest Poetic Aside Wednesday Poetry Prompt #701: summer poem

special days

I remember the day we met and you 

had me intrigue with that first hello

the memorable evening when 

you whispered the first I love you

took me a bit longer to say those

words back but still recall that night

I still think of that afternoon a delivery

driver delivered those bright roses

and the night I knew my heart had

completely fell in love with you

the evening call when you it was you,

not me and my heart was shattered

the morning when I didn’t want to 

leave bed because I lost a good thing

despite the passage of time 

I still remember your May birthday

I still think back to that first day

and the last day we spoke

a collection of days and nights

I carry within a chapter of my heart

- Inspired by Writers Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #700