sparkling crystal limbs perfect in their nakedness waiting for springtime We’re back at Little House in the Rockies. It’s beautiful. I’m thankful. © 2018 Glover Gardens
Forced waiting in public is a perfect people-watching opportunity that can turn into poetry or prose. Here’s what arose from my recent visit to the DMV to get my driver’s license renewed, when I waited over an hour for my number to be called.
flying in the rain hoping throughout the journey to land in the sun Update (a couple of hours later) I posted this super-quickly because the plane was about to take off. I didn’t have time to muse that this simple haiku is a metaphor for […]
My dad was born 80 years ago today in West Texas as the Great Depression was coming to an end in the shadow of another Great War in Europe, a time before regular Americans realized we’d be involved in that war. With that backdrop and […]
I met this rooster over the weekend in Wimberley, Texas. He’s quite handsome, isn’t he? I think in ballet, this position is called a Tendu. This Hill Country rooster was so grand that he deserved a haiku. cock-a-doodle-doo cock’s-comb silhouette ballet a rooster tendu © […]
An evening walk, camera in hand, through the Place Victor Hugo roundabout in Paris. Rush hour has never been so fascinating.