Little bit
that loves to cuddle
she comes to bed
to put me to sleep
then goes off
on nightly adventures.
Take a nap?
There she is.
Little red butt in my face
purring loud
and mussing my hair
until I doze off
to sleep.
rainforest
Gideon’s Challenge
Lack of access
and a touch of laziness
has lead to
lack of availability.
Sad to say
now it’s too late
and I’m missing
the harvest
I desire.
Due to the huge lockdown from the pandemic this spring, I didn’t get to plant the Lobelia that I usually plant alongside my pansies each year. Sadly, that means now in the peak of summer I find myself without the abundance of Lobelia that I’d usually have. I had a tinge of disappointment about that today… and maybe just a little bit of a pout on it as well.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Cold raindrops
year ’round,
and rivers
that freeze your toes.
Rocky shores
of gray and blue
the dead of summer
still holds chilly dew.
This is home
it is not warm
to anything
except the heart.
I love where I live. I live in a land of blues and grays and verdant greens. The rain drops here are cold all year round, and the oceans and rivers are freezing cold no matter what season it is. Evergreens flourish, hardy and strong…. and I love it all. It’s home, and proof that “cozy” does not always equate warm, because there’s nowhere more cozy to me than here.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
First she comes
tentative
and wild
one quiet step
and then another.
Shhh… stay still
and watch
they say,
and next
comes the surprise.
Twins with wobbly legs and curiously twitching noses follow their mother out of the trees and into the open. They stay close, but still they come. Their mother is skittish, but she brings them forward to show them off in a gift built through years of cultivating trust.
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
Half a moment
just a thought
flitting through
a butterfly
flying by
and yet
it becomes
creative spark
alight
burning
turning
spinning
twirling
I must
bring it to life
I have an idea. Yes… yes. It’s going to be a for sale idea. But still… I have an idea. And for the first time in a long time? I feel that inner spark of interest and excitement and exuberance that comes with the spark of creativity coming to life.





