Florida’s Fall

Just yesterday the geckos were
still hunting their night prey
under the illumination of the
porch light along the front
of the house. Before they can
shy away, I catch sight of them
flattened against the upper wall
high above the red, front door.

Just yesterday, I spied two toads
as I cleared away some weeds and
brush from plantings out front.

Just yesterday there were bees
buzzing around a small crop
of wildflowers that had bloomed
and formed an oasis of color
without any seeding from me.

Just yesterday a small mouse was
caught on the bird feeder;
determined, he stayed put as I
slowly approached. We eyeballed
each other until his nerves folded
and he scampered up and away
through the boughs of the ligustrum.

Just yesterday the roses were in full
blossom, red, pink, nearly white and
yellow stretching their thorny branches
against the wall and up the arbors that
help support their lanky, heavily
budded limbs.

Just yesterday, the bushy-tailed,
elusive fox was spotted fishing a frog
from the overflowed ditch that runs
behind all the houses. He paused long
enough that I could watch for a few short
minutes and then he vanished under cover
into the wooded, overgrown lot next door.

Just yesterday I came across the black
racer, moving quickly across my path,
eager to hide and disappear into the
wide hedge that lines the sidewalk.

Just yesterday the Mockingbird couple
chattered back and forth until one took
up its singing and the other chimed in
with quick chirps of admiration.

Just yesterday the humidity was at almost
saturation point, it might as well have been
rain that dampened my skin and frizzed my
hair. The afternoon thunderstorm cooled
the temperature but only added to the
heaviness of the air, the only relief–indoors.

But today the humidity has dropped and there’s
a slight chill during the early morning hours.
The sunlight has dimmed slightly and its heat
isn’t as fierce as it has been for several months.
There’s an almost imperceptible change afoot
perhaps only noticed by those who have
lived in these parts for decades…yes, fall has
arrived, I’m sure of it.

Join me at dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night.  Choose any one poem that you would like to share.

I Miss You

Royalty free image from Bing

Royalty free image from Bing

I miss you. I miss your colors, sights, smells and sounds, your breath and lively energy.  Even your grittiness, those dark places that were avoided, added depth and meaning to my stay there.  I was advised, don’t wear your fine jewelry on the subway, at least where it can be seen…you’re setting yourself up to be robbed.  Once, a desperate, gun-wielding madman invaded our restaurant on Mass Ave. and demanded money.  While everyone else froze, my husband was the only one with the presence of mind to follow his orders.  My friends told stories of being mugged in your dank, piss-smelling alleys but somehow you always held me safely among your teeming citizens, your seasons, your unrest or calm.

delicate petals
emerge from unlikely
source, contrast sings

Bjorn is our host for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.  The pub opens Monday at 3PM EST.    Read his presentation for all the details and join us.

The Times They Have Changed

Come gather ’round people wherever you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown Accept it soon, you’ll be drenched to the bone…”The Times They Are A-Changin’” by Bob Dylan

oh, the road is impassable
and there’s no light ahead
bleakness has grown
and leadened our eyes

deserts have spread
over this land
water is scarce
and common sense too

we’re back where we
started so very long ago…
misogyny is alive and sickening
bigotry has become pathological

no one blinks at wars and unrest
the worst is the killing of our spirits
but no one notices as they slowly
slip away, replaced by rampant indifference

the good and merciful
are no longer valued
they’re seen as weak,
coddling freaks

nature was where
we once could worship
but our greedy ways
diminished it to nothing

a sterile world
is what we have left
because small-minded
people thought they knew best

Bjorn is our host for Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets. Head over there to read his presentation on our prompt for the day. Bob Dylan is in the spotlight for winning the Nobel Prize for Literature 2016.

There’s a Silver Lining Here Somewhere

Picture from Bing Photos Public Domain; Quote by Don Marquis

Picture from Bing Photos Public Domain; Quote by Don Marquis

I feel cut loose
when things get
uncomfortable or
maybe I get too
close. My happy
mood is now
by wondering
I stand. Cryptic
messages cloud
the joy I once felt.

I used to turn the
blame to myself
so readily…no more.

Join us at dVerse Poets where Kim Russell presents our Quadrille Monday for us.  Head over there to learn the details; the doors open at 3PM EST.


Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved

Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved

I had been tending this orchid for over a year. It was in full bloom when I bought it but it hadn’t bloomed since.  It was hanging in the dappled shade of our small courtyard and I was fertilizing it regularly with an orchid food.  It was receiving the afternoon rains during this hot and humid summer and had been putting out strong, fresh green leaves.  As I puttered around my mostly, potted plants one day and glanced over at that dormant orchid, what I thought were new leaf pods had put forth large, double-twin fragrant blooms!  Joy!

fireflies spark the night
breeze lifts summer kimono
quiet hush echos

Grace is our host for Haibun Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub, 3PM EST.  Please see her presentation for all the details on this fun form!

Observations on Pottery

Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved

Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved

an inaudible hum
dull, slow, rings
around the rosy,
molded earth
beauty from the
inside emerges
to the out
eyes behold
whether a sigh
or a scream
roughened spots
amongst the smooth
fingers trace the
artist’s soul
shapes etched into
its surface, colors
applied in minute
brings it to life
like stars,
your face

Bjorn instructs us on Cubism at dVerse Poets.  Please join us for this interesting and informative prompt!

The Visitation

Photo Bing Images; Thick Fog

Photo Bing Images; Thick Fog

Darkness envelops
as if a deep fog has
settled in a valley,
taking my light
draining my mood.
Anxiety rushes in
to make things
a little more
How long this time
will the Shadow lurk
and hold me fast
with her gripping claws?

De is our host at dVerse Poet’s Pub for our Monday Quadrille prompt.  Head on over there for all the details!

Birds of a Feather Flock Together

Photo by:  Karl E. Holland, 1975; Peacock crossing on Genius Drive, Winter Park, FL

Photo by: Karl E. Holland, 1975; Peacock crossing on Genius Drive, Winter Park, FL

I seem to have a connection to peacocks. They’ve been a part of my life since I was a small girl and my mother would drive us kids to a neighborhood in Winter Park to a dirt road where Hugh and Jeanette McKean had made their home on Genius Drive.  Hugh had been a former president of nearby Rollins College and Jeanette was the granddaughter of the founder of the Morse Museum.  They brought the first pair of peacocks to their property and as the numbers grew, they allowed the public to drive slowly along the winding road through an old orange grove that was their home.  At their peak they numbered into the 100s.  Eventually the property became Genius Reserve, a preservation area.

Many years later when I moved to Coconut Grove in Miami, I again landed in a neighborhood where peacocks roamed freely. I wrote a humorous story on an intimate relationship that I had with one of those birds.  You can read it here.  They’re very loud and their cries could be heard throughout the area.  The males are the beauties of course and when they spread their tail feathers out in full array, they are astonishing to behold.  Colors of iridescent green, turquoise, dark and light blues, browns and yellows add up to a brilliant display.

Later, after I had divorced, my youngest daughter and I shared an apartment not far from the wildlife preserve of my youth. And much to my surprise, I again had encounters with these astounding animals…even, on occasion, having to brake and wait as they crossed the road in front of my car.  I’ve marveled at my association with these birds throughout the years and somehow feel some sort of synchronicity in it all.

an air of sameness
blows gently through the orange grove
birds and human dance

Peacock display; Bing Photos

Peacock display; Bing Photos

Victoria is our Poetics host over at dVerse and asks us to write on the topic of feathers.  Head over there to read her full presentation and to add your link!

Mujo; a Haibun


Moonflowers by Nampu Katayama; Bing Images

These days my heart is aflutter and excitement is coursing through my every cell it seems. I feel almost electric and distracted at times too.  There is a strong memory of these feelings from my past and yet in a way I’m more in control of my faculties than I was before.  Perhaps it’s because I realize the impermanence of relationships.  No-thing lasts forever but I’m ready to take advantage of what has presented itself and to see where it goes and I along with it for however long it lasts…and enjoy the journey.

summer’s moon flower
wilts as the days grow shorter
refreshing breeze stirs

Toni is our host for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.  Join us as we explore this Japanese form and write on change or impermanence.

Rumpelstiltskin; a Clerihew


Picture of Rumpelstiltskin; Bing Images

To read the fairy tale of Rumpelstiltskin, click here.

Lillian, I took up your challenge for a Rumpelstiltskin Clerihew!

You’re a cad, Rumpelstiltskin
though you offer your services to spin,
and a young girl trusts that you’re good
karma caught up with you just as it should!

Try your hand at a new form called the Clerihew over at dVerse Poets!

Clerihew; dVerse Form For All



Gene Wilder in “Young Frankenstein”; Photo Bing Images

Gene Wilder
comic supreme no wiser
just watch “Young Frankenstein”
as he continues his bloodline
Tropical Storm Julia
you danced around us with a hula
Just another fews days of rain
Florida shakes it off with no pain

jackbenny                                                             Jack Benny;  Photo on Pinterest
Do ya’ll remember Jack Benny?
He was a man who loved to pinch a penny.
Perpetually thirty nine
he was a master of the pause…and punchline.

Join me today over at dVerse where I present another new form to play with.  The pub’s doors open at 3PM EST.

Demanding Cursor

That cursor blinking,
blinking, blinking,
a demand to write
something. It’s up to me
to appease this beast.

I think it’s patient
though, it will
keep blinking
if I let it.

Remembering a time
when my mind opened fully,
my stories wrote themselves.

Victoria is our host at dVerse for our Quadrille prompt today.  Head over there to read her presentation for all the details!

Keeper of Secrets

You are the keeper of my secrets
that have been whispered in the dead
of night when no one else would
hear. I’ve turned my eyes to you,
my benevolent mother, for the
safety I’ve never felt elsewhere.
You’ve never betrayed me and have
never looked at me with reproach.

You held me in your grace all those many
years ago when I stared up into your
glowing, quiet face in the wee hours of
the morning, searching for comfort.
Together we heard the distant train
making its way through town,
a drawn-out mournful call that only the
alone could hear. You let my tears fall
freely without admonishment.

Your steadiness is dependable and
the tides dance in and out, ebbing
and flowing at your bidding…your
strength disguised by your humility.

Your gentle smile showers love through
the cosmos, limitless and enveloping
I feel the energy pulsating your cool
glow, spreading serenity.

The stars blink in silver and gold as
your reflection sparkles in their eyes.
Eons of light flows in waves
within this universal hum.

It reaches my ears and with closed eyes I join you in a calming chant of om.

Grace prompts us to write of the moon at dVerse Poets.

A Day Like No Other

It was a day like no other
because it had never been
before. There had never
been a sky like this.
There were less leaves
on the gnarled oak.

Slowly the days dim
and grow shorter and
as summer fades, an
imperceptible hint
of fall teases in a breeze.

De is our host for Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets.  Won’t you join us in writing a 44 word poem?  See De’s presentation for the details of this fun challenge!

Meeting the Bar; Tanka

wind of dawning spring
caresses our naked forms
intertwined we sleep
the waterfall’s basin fills
overflowing like our love

Toni instructs us on the beauty of the Japanese tanka form over at dVerse Poets Pub.  Come give it a try!

The Portal

Photo of pink depression era glass jar:  Bing Photos

Photo of pink depression era glass jar: Bing Photos

It came to me in
repeated dreams:
Keep them in a
contained portal
and when you
are in need
open it and
let them be
My wishes,
hopes and
are held within
a pink, tinted jar,
ready and waiting
for happy beginnings.

Bjorn is back from his hiatus and hosts our Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets…please join us!


Photo by Gayle Rose; Hibiscus Bloom

Photo by Gayle Rose; Hibiscus Bloom

How quick we are
And impatient
We’ve become
So many in a hurry
Their lives in a flurry
Gone the stillness
Of a moment to be
To linger and tarry
Examine and wonder
Such a loss, such a shame
There’s so much to ponder
To see the beauty
To notice around us
Myriad small joys
Abounding among us
Take a moment, won’t you
Slow yourself down
Nature especially
Can bring us around
It’s the simplicity of life
That connects us to see

Join me this afternoon as I host Open Link Night at dVerse Poets.  Link up any one poem of your choice to share.

Sapphire Sky

Born under a sapphire sky in early September,
fresh wash hung drying by a light, fall breeze that day,
birds vied for seeds from a feeder and a cat laid curled in the sun.
The house kept five of us now and the backyard was our playground.
Two of us would sit on the back steps, perusing the loftiness of the
Australian Pine, the shapes in the clouds and the back woods.
This beauty was in deep contrast to the darkening, indigo storm within.

De is our host for Poetics over at dVerse Poets Pub…come join us for a mid summer prompt.

Dark Beast

Pervasive thoughts
swing me from peace
and calm off the
abyss into the depths
of fear and panic
where my heart
in my ears
my muscles
and my
clutch each other
in a vain attempt
to console
but tension
does not
bring about
I must
s l o w l y
and, if need be,
sequester myself
away from well-meaning
people who are NEVER
able to restore my calm
by their good-intentioned
words of rational beseeching.
What I fear the most is this dark beast that creeps up on me without warning.

Mish is our host at dVerse Poets and asks us to write on “What are you afraid of?”

Still Hope

Gayle Walters 1st grade photo

Gayle Walters 1st grade photo

Only six years old,
there’s still hope
in those pure eyes.
The smile is genuine,
accessorized by dimples.
There’s a semblance
of safety that’s still
being met. Fear and
panic has yet to set a
pathway through
my neurons. Only six,
there’s still hope.

Lillian is our host for our Quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets.  Come join the fun with one of most popular prompts, to write a poem in 44 words.


"Janeiro" by Catherine Walters; All Rights Reserved

“Janeiro” by Catherine Walters; All Rights Reserved


A perpetual beat is
going on in her head.
Some think she’s a
clown as her life
mimics the rhythmic
pulsing within.
A wild dance
fires her mind
and paints her
world in vivid
splashes of
color. Passion
is orange, zesty
with fervor,
it’s what propels
her silken soul.

She wears her heart
on her sleeve but
no one notices
because it’s lost
among all the
colorful and
artsy accessories
adorning her
clothing and
etching her face.

Some keep their
distance; she’s
just too different.
But inside she’s
deeply sensitive
and wants more
than anything
to be accepted
and loved.
No one notices
as a tear some-
times slips and
rolls silently
down her cheek.

She was born
in January,
sign of Capricorn.
And it suits her.
She is diligent
and responsible,
honest and
always waiting
for others to
finally see her
strengths and
her heartfelt
to succeed
at life and make
that connection
with others.

I wrote my ekphrastic poem using my very talented niece’s painting titled, “Janeiro.”

Today is Open Link Night where Grace hosts us over at dVerse Poets Pub.  Please join us by linking any one poem of your choice.


My car’s air conditioning had gone out. Yes, gone out in this miserable and all-encompassing heat.  But I had received it back from the mechanic and had been assured all was well after spending close to $1,000.00 on a new compressor and accumulator (whatever that is).  So as I took off to do my errands the next day I fully expected cold, refreshing, frigid air to be copiously blowing forth from my brand new air conditioner…but, no, it did not.  It was doing what it had done when I took it in…switching on and off, willy-nilly.  Right now it was blowing HOT!  Returning home, I called the mechanic and reported my sorrowful predicament as sweat slowly trickled down my neck.  It’s going back in next week…CURSES!

heat wave shimmers a
mirage—cool, undulating
ripples form a swell

* As a side note, my car went back to the mechanic last week where they replaced another part (only charged me for the part, no labor) and although the car cooled on the way home, it stopped again and has started going on and off again.  Argh!  Back it goes later this week.  The mechanic couldn’t believe it and wants to keep the car and drive it for a couple of days so he can see what it’s doing.  Really bad timing!

Toni is our host for Haibun Monday.  See her presentation at dVerse for all the details and join us for one of our most popular prompts.

Government on the Down Low

shot through
with lie
keep out
the truth
death row
is how
sent down
the river
a paddle

our justice
to make
sure all
is on the
up and up
and not
the down low
I’ve seen the
and I’m
going to
shine it bright
on the shameful
that cage
and murder
the guiltless
It cannot be
that there
is this penalty.

Today at dVerse Poets we revisit our friend Anthony Desmond and our prompt is to write on a belief that you once held that has now changed.

Two Tweet-Length Poems


5th anniversary celebration,
old friends revisited feels
slightly melancholy, new
year ahead, clean slate
permits new inspiration,
growth and fun


meeting a date,
conversation flow-
ing but feel no spark
then he turns the
convo to politics and
starts dissing Hillary
date quickly takes
a nose dive 

We visit with our former member, Samuel Peralta, at dVerse Poets Pub for our 5th Anniversary celebration and write a poem using 144 characters.

The Village

Artist: Claudia Schoenfeld Used with Permission

Artist:  Claudia Schoenfeld; Used With Permission

Greenwich Village was once a haven for beatniks, artists and poets.
Bohemians still stroll past cello players on the sidewalk in front of
luxury high rises, old-world townhouses and family-owned businesses.

Tenement style walk-ups and brownstones are interspersed with night clubs.
And you can still feel the rich history from the 1950s Beat generation
and the homosexual revolution that brought about social change.

Macho men of the disco era are long ago vestiges of the village.

Victoria is our host for our second day of celebration for our dVerse Poet’s Pub 5th anniversary with an interview with our beloved co-founder Claudia Schoenfeld.  Click the link to see what our prompt is for today.

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