spring forward (a coronavirus poem for national poetry month)
In the winter of our COVID-19 discontent, spring is a reminder that resilience, empathy and love are the strongest contagions.
Category: Poetry
none of the bees would pose for me (a poem)
A solo trip to a botanical garden was a tonic in troubled times and the inspiration for a poem.
gentle things and small moments (a poem)
Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.
Pretty Little Weed, a Mindful Haiku for the New Year
I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.
“Silence”, A Guest Blogger’s Homage to His Grandmother
Glover Gardens’ first guest blogger shares memories of his grandmother with a beautiful translation of Still by Jupiter Jones.
The Wonderfuls (The People You Meet Along the Way)
Meet a new addition to my list of The Wonderfuls, Jon the Storyteller, who will be a guest blogger on Glover Gardens.
You Left Us Too Soon: Open Letter to Steven Thomas Harvell on His Birthday
I remember my brother now more with joy at what was than sadness about what will never be.
Late-Season Blooms & Haiku
Reinforcing my benign neglect this year, the greenery of Glover Gardens has gifted us with unexpected late-November blooms.
It’s My Birthday, and I’d Like to Give You a Gift
A poem by Gordon Parks speaks of curiosity, wonder, celebration of life and nature, and the awesome, simple, dead-on-target mindfulness of children.
Fleeting
A footprint, a feather and a leaf, about to be swept away. Remembering my brother in a haiku.
For Dad…National Poetry Month
I’m not on the recommended pace to write a poem each day this month to participate in National Poetry Month, but this one happened in about 30 seconds. There will never be another muse like my Dad. He was a remarkable, wonderful, loving, accepting, listening…
Time Travel in the Produce Section (a poem)
A vignette in the produce section inspired a poem about dads and daughters.
poem: what if every day was new year’s day?
A clarion call for mindfulness: what if every day was new year’s day?
Random Thankful Lists
From cats who cradle to cast iron to the wisdom of children and wildlife, I have a lot to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Heart-Theater, an Elegy
An elegy for three, from the one remaining. They live in my heart-theater, their voices all trumpets and whispers and hugs.
Mountain Sunset Haiku and “Enviation”
I’d like to be on that porch at Little House in the Rockies, looking at that sunset, feeling the mountain air, shivering just a little.
An Early, Bitter Tanshi from a Most Cheerful Girl
Bitter over a teenage breakup, I wrote a tiny little poem, a tanshi. It has always stuck with me; it’s so bitter and melodramatic that it makes me laugh.
