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

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

Poems From The Porch One petite daylily is blossoming near the ground. Her cousins in another garden are growing tall and regal. A...

Poems From The Porch I planted one zinnia seed, and in less than a month, its stalk has grown six inches. Every day its momentum is...

Poems From The Porch I am in Nashville today listening to the sound of indoor waterfalls and letting their constancy provide a doorway to...

Poems From The Porch Photo by Cyrus Gomez on Unsplash A duck is snacking on unknown tidbits in the fire pit at my campsite. Now he...

Poems From The Porch The promise of Easter A resurrection of joy Snow dissipating Warmth of the sun now felt Birdsong hearkening new life...

Poems From The Porch Deadwood serves a purpose. It houses food for hungry woodpeckers. What purpose does your death serve? What nutrients...