the winding hilly roads that lead to home


He gave us the mountains

And life amidst the tall oak, the cedars, and the pine.

The winding hilly roads that lead to home

A home with a bright red door

He gave us a view of an open meadow down below

To gaze upon a doe and her fawn

Catch a glance at a hummingbird hovering outside the window way up high

As the mountain sparrows fly freely as one in the open sky

Two gray squirrels chase each other from tree to tree

All the neighborhood dogs bark at every sound

We hear the night owl hooting in the branches of an old oak tree

And the ribbit of a lone frog in the distance

All of His magnificent display of color in the sunset above the green mountain terrain

God gave us the mountains and a home

A home with a clear stained glass window set in a bright red front door

empty asphalt road between trees
Photo by Vidyagauri Jadhav on


l a k e s i d e

.  grab a summer tote and go!

.  don a silly hat

.  any excuse for a party outdoors

.  give me a comfortable space for a chair in a quiet spot

.  to hug the water’s edge

.  slip into the soft romantic lull of summer

.  repurposing with a purpose

.  relax, on lake time

.  immersed in a book or writing

.  snack in between

.  the delights are the unexpected

.  once again marvel at nature

.  people – watching

.  forgetting about the time

.  walk to the shack for an ice cream

.  relish the simple pleasures

.  gorgeous lake views in front of us

.  welcoming spaces

.  100 yr old trees reach to the sky, massive limbs outstretched, umbrella us from the sun

.   recharging our batteries

.  in the pleasure of unhurried pursuits

.  on a staycation not far from home

.  l a k e s i d e

.  when not covid19ing or sheltering in

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turtle – turtle

da-dum,  da-dum. . .

turtle figurine
Photo by Weiwei Chen on

a slow moving day/

at a turtle’s pace/

in slow- mo, no energy for the race/

peering out from within my shell/

hunkering down hidden and disguised as well/

only to be within my little world/

to gather more energy for the finish line/

the slower I go the more I see/

with no rabbits in sight but only me/

hare today, and gone tomorrow/

and maybe this mood, without any sorrow/

not up to the muck and mud of the world/

with no rabbits in sight but only me/

t u r t l e  – t u r t l e