Thoughts, Haikus and Sketches as August 2020 Ends

I spent most of July and August out-of-doors

either by the lake or in my backyard. I immersed myself

in Nature learning to sit quietly and welcoming

birds and wild creatures of land and lake, water and airborne bugs

to come near to me. I luxuriated in the hot sunlight,

cool breezes coming off the lake and the smoke of

my little backyard campfires. The clouds held messages

for me in their constantly shifting shapes while the

hummingbirds sent whispered salutations on their

wings. Many Goddesses and Native Priestesses

came to me in visions and dreams and found their way onto                                                                                              

my canvases and sketchbook pages.



blue heron squawks past

landing at her fishing spot

frogs and fish beware!


daily dockside dance

ducks, drakes, dragonflies and damsels

dive, dip, delightful


water bugs madly swirl

form perfect rippling spheres                                                                                                                                                               Hummingbird Spirit

Nature’s preferred shape


little hummingbird

flits from flower to flower

seeking sweet nectar


searching high and low

for an answer to my prayers

hummingbird zips past


acorn drops on head

wake up and look around you

Nature is calling                                                                                                                                                                                          Butterfly Maiden


orange/black butterfly

floats among herbs and weeds

stark contrast to green


monarch butterfly

sails betwixt weeds, grasses, blooms

filling tank for travel


one butterfly’s wings

beat African winds into frenzy

hurricane hits here


how does Miss Spider know                                                                                                                                                                     Dreamweaver

in order to catch my dreams

she must weave a web


spider’s web is strong

yet delicate as fine silk

trapping flies and dreams