Now That My Youngest Child is Nearly Three

“May the long time sun shine upon you, all love surround you, and  the pure light within you guide your way on.” – Irish blessing


I will miss the passing days

of soft, small hands on my heart

cherry kisses on cheeks like

moons (hers) and apples (his)

sleepy heads of spun-gold hair

heavy on my shoulder

sweet as wild honeysuckle



Wild Nectar

“Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.” AA Milne


September sun, shimmering golden

bursts of nasturtium, calendula, leaves all

mottled and mellowing, cobwebs like

spun glass, luminous in the late day light,

blackberries ripened by the fistful

bounding over walls untamed

wild nectar for my soul