Posted in Coffee & Poets, morning glory, Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged Poetry, Sacramento Poetry Center, Winter in August on August 8, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Some folks love Spring,
New faces in morning glories,
Cotton blouses and green toe nails.
Winter scarves stuffed into cedar chests.
Some folks love Fall.
The season of sounds.
Summer…I hate summers
In three digit Sacramento heat.
I brought Winter back today:
A mug of Winter –
Hot steamy cocoa –
While the city burned outside.
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Summer: 2017
Posted in Georgia O'Keefe, morning glory, Poetry, tagged Georgia O"Keefe, Poetry on June 30, 2015| 2 Comments »
Morning Glory
Sometimes we need to look a bit harder to find
beauty in the heat of California drought.
Look what awaited patiently this morn.
Ah, Ms. O’Keefe,
If only I had your brush and your palette
of the blues.
“Come with me,” you would have said,
And together we would have breast stroked
Right into Paradise.
