What did the cherry

say to the forsythia?

Answer: “You may be

mellow yellow, but I am 

the one who is in the pink.”


(This is what happens when you have time on your hands)

What’s Their Secret?

Those mourning doves dine

unperturbed by warring jays

and feisty squirrels.

Would that I could sit serene

amid life’s fuss and flurry.


Morning Announcement

The earth lay beneath

a misty blanket of fog

but birds and squirrels

were not deterred and let me

know breakfast could still be served.



Timely Reflection

The hours tick by

and before you know it, years

have snuck by with or

without your having done that

which you most wanted to do.


Human Understudies?

With the storm over

and sunlight skipping across

the fields, crows begin

to strut and squawk, claiming they’re

the bringers of light and warmth.


Beyond Rebuttal

If we’re willing to

listen with a curious

and compassionate

heart, we may realize there’s more

to the story than we thought.


These Little Lights Of Ours

The light of truth still

flickers. If enough of us

light our candles from 

that source, we’ll light up the world

and darkness will not prevail.