Sycamore in Autumn (for HM Queen Elizabeth II)

I began writing a poem for a Sycamore that I was admiring the other day. They are such elegant, regal, strong trees with a powerful energy. I love when the bark sheds like thick paper, revealing the smooth white trunk beneath. Their leaves are incredible – large, with many points, like a crown. Then I

Blessing for a New Home

Biscuits & Gravy/The Conjurer

Happy Grandparents Day (September 11)! This poem is in honor of my formidable and magical Grandma Hatfield….❤️

In the pasture (haiku)

For Andromeda, my mule….🦄❤️✨🌿

House

(Grandma Hatfield is on the far left, and I’m standing just above her – also here are Uncle Bruce, Aunt Kitty, Aunt Linda, cousin Debbie, Uncle Quentin, my sister Tiffany, and one of my other cousins – photo by my dad : )