The Frangipani Winery view inspires a visual haiku, and a real one, too.

A little bee poem from a grieving and grateful daughter about making Dad-memories into honey.

I posted this picture from Paris last month, with a simple statement: In Montmartre, I looked up and saw a fence, some flowers and a tower. I love Paris.” One of the comments on the post was:  “ Such vivid color! I love the photograph of…

A nameless poem about living in the moment, and an image that illustrates it.

This rough little poem came spilling out of me as I thought of those halcyon sand-ridden childhood days and so many memories flooded in. Everything seemed so safe, so permanent, so lively-lovely in our tiny town of 600, Gilchrist, Texas.

hotel lobby lights – they promise exciting nights. bling in a building. For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here. Copyright 2017, Glover Gardens Cookbook

Haiku about the transcendence of living in the moment.

Galveston Island: waters’ edge serenity, lovely autumn beach. Photo credits to my son, who took this photo on his 19th birthday, November 23, 2016. More Glover Gardens haiku can be found here.   Copyright 2016, Glover Gardens Cookbook

I am in love with our little cabin in central Colorado.  “Little House in the Rockies” inspires me to create recipes, snap photos, write essays, poems and haiku, birdwatch…in general, to revel in nature and absorb its beauty and regenerative spirit. Here’s one from a…

Cat haiku and pictures, because the world doesn’t have enough. So I give you: Godfrey in repose.

A small child’s poem about bees, published in a national magazine.

Haiku about autumn in Southeast Texas – the flowers are still blooming although the leaves are falling.

A haiku about that wonderful feeling of expectation and adventure when you travel by air.

My neighbor is a smart and funny Southern woman, a successful writer of romantic and teen fiction, a devoted wife, mother and friend, and a wonderful hostess.  She also makes the best pound cake I’ve ever eaten. Christie recently served her homemade sour cream pound cake at…

A haiku about a hunting hawk.

I’m getting more and more interested in the balance – or trade-offs – between wisdom, aging and the desire and ability to embrace new concepts and experiences.   I launched a poll in a recent post to find out what you think about whether or…

Nature’s resilience inspires me to write haiku.

In the night I see Flashing skies through sleep-closed eyes Tempest in my dreams We are hoping for no more drama with our trees or storm damage after the floods and windstorms in April (see below).  Golly, that was scary!  Click for more pics.

A memory and poem from the halcyon days of super-busy parenthood. It is a beautiful thing to watch our kids grow into themselves and soar into their new journeys, but a little bittersweet, too.

The rainy rose remained beautiful as the weather turned gorgeous, as weather in Southeast Texas is wont to do. So of course – another pic, another quick haiku.