untangling the web

poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights


1 Comment

A Walk in the Neighborhood

A vanilla latté, a clean

CT scan, and a walk in

the neighborhood

with Luna at my side

makes my heart soar.

The sweet scent of

honeysuckle, the sight

of lavender, the throaty

whistle of a tufted titmouse,

the piercingly sweet call

of a Carolina wren,

a deer scampering

across the road,

hydrangeas adorned with 

purple and white blossoms, 

magnolias in full bloom, 

and the delicate flowers

of coral bells stretching

heavenward. Orange

lilies screaming for 

attention, purple clematis

rising up a mailbox,

the resinous smell of a

blue spruce, and last

of all, my climbing 

hydrangea snaking its

way across the pergola

on the deck, blooming

like never before.


4 Comments

Hope and Healing

Remembering how Olivia

planted crocuses around

a tree before an illness 

in an old Walton’s episode, 

I too planted them, needing

something to look forward

to. It was a warm October

morning a few weeks before 

surgery when I knew the 

unwelcome visitor in my lung 

had to come out and the 

road to recovery would be 

long. Now here you are 

pushing up your green shoots 

and opening your blooms.

I am still here and both

of us have made it through

the dark days of winter 

and are turning our heads

toward the healing sun.

Image by 🌼Christel🌼 from Pixabay


1 Comment

Breath of the Earth

Rolling in, rolling out,

breath of the earth,

heart of the earth.

From your depths 

life first emerged,

and in your waters

is life still unseen.

You were there

before we existed,

and you will be there

after we are gone.

Rolling in, rolling out,

breath of the earth,

heart of the earth.

Calm and peaceful,

violent and rough,

serene and flat,

white-tipped and choppy,

murky and sandy,

clear and blue.

Breath of the earth

heart of the earth.


2 Comments

A Snowy Morning

The earth was hushed 

that morning and a light

snow was falling, uniting

ground and sky, the still

and the moving, brown and

white. Pine needles on the 

path were covered by snow 

highlighting an intricate 

design like a fisherman’s net 

or spider’s web, an encounter

between life and death. 

The cosmos was showing off

its artistry in twisted bare 

branches, in an ethereal

light on a skim of ice, in

things seldom observed.

Nature was sparking the

imagination with the 

magnificence of creation 

with no intention other

than to simply enchant.


3 Comments

Keepers

Note: At a recent meeting of my 70+ (now 80+!) group of women, our assignment was to share “keepers,” in other words moments in our lives, past or present, that brought us joy. Mine are in this poem.

There was the time recently

When Luna and I were on

A visit to the County Jail

And she remembered a

Young man from another

Visit and curled up 

Against him, and when he

Moved on to another dog

She went over and licked 

His ear as if to say, come

Back to me, we have a

Special bond. And he grinned.

And on that same visit I

Can see the tattooed

Young man rolling on

The floor with a blind

Dog who knew him

By his smell and brought

To him moments of

Pure joy and a memory

Of the outside world.

And then there were

Those hours on a 

Sunday afternoon when

We celebrated poetry

And women’s friendships,

A gift from my family

That will never be

Forgotten as I see

Each face and hear

Each voice and immerse

Myself in the memory

Of a perfect gift.


4 Comments

January 21, 2021

There is a lightness in my heart this morning

and hope, like new blossoms, is budding.

Yesterday the wind blew out the old

and the sun welcomed the new.

Leaders from opposing sides gathered,

the Constitution held,

a young woman spoke poetic truth,

and America, although unfinished, is

once again strong.

I hope for our country

to once more be a beacon

where diversity is celebrated,

discourse is civil, and

broken relationships repaired.

A place where all creation

is seen as precious,

hearts are open,

equity established,

past wrongs addressed,

and truth is spoken.

I hope for a world

where together we win

the war on COVID 19,

where ALL children

are healthy and safe

and thrive and grow

into world citizens

enriched by differences

and committed to

the preciousness of

the earth, the air, and

every human being.