Poems From The Porch Stepping onto the porch feels like I’ve entered an avian party in progress. Everyone is chatting brightly, with the...

Poems From The Porch Two plump squirrels chasing each other up the water oak A pair of hummingbirds vying for breakfast Mockingbirds...

Poems From The Porch Photo by Sergiu Nista on Unsplash Good morning, tiniest of frogs! What has Spirit invited you to savor today? What...

Poems From The Porch I sit still and the whole world comes to me. I am serenaded by a symphony of sound: the soothing, steady flow of the...

Poems From The Porch Photo by Cosmic Timetraveler on Unsplash The artist sees the beauty and caresses it with her pen, lovingly offering...

Poems From The Porch Iris and ginger lily fronds swaying in response to the caress of the breeze Morning air alive with the sound of blue...

Poems From The Porch The air is full of sound today– – bluejay, meadowlark, and mockingbird. Upright and supple, the young magnolia tree...

~for Darrell Poems From The Porch The poet sees deeper than the skin of things underneath the flesh of landscape peering into the flow of...

Poems From The Porch I've been here before many, many times – – a gray Louisiana morning, the whoosh of the wind, birds singing merrily,...

Poems From The Porch There is something about bathing in bird song that awakens Spring in the heart, and sunshine strong enough to cast...

Poems From The Porch Open and quiet A posture of curiosity Aligning with the potential of the present Letting go of the need to know from...

Poems From The Porch Rocking gently caressed by the soft strums of a guitar candle flame swaying with the tune fragrance of cedar and fir...

Poems From The Porch I did not make it happen. This is the significant truth to acknowledge. So, what role did I play? My agency was (and...

Poems From The Porch Lucy & Gatito (above) Do we ever open our hands completely? What does it mean to be a participant in change? I kiss...

Poems From The Porch Spinning a cocoon No set amount of time Some never begin Safety denied For most, the start is early Four, 15, 23,...

Poems From The Porch To be handed over divides a life Constructing a purpose then being done unto Learning what surrender really means...

Poems From The Porch The Tulip Inn, Houston, Texas Crisp, blue void expanding above Magnolia tree companion sporting velvet under-leaves...

Poems From The Porch Yesterday, I received the gift of sadness. It came unbidden, like the cracking of an oyster shell reveals a tender...

Poems From The Porch Three turtles are swimming in the clear water of Johnson Creek-- Mama Turtle, Papa Turtle, and Baby Turtle. Their...

Poems From The Porch A sweet waterfall flowing through Johnson Creek offers the sound of ambient serenity. A wide-eyed verio, singing...