Wishes and dreams
Sent through fair skies
Encapsulated in tiny gems
Floating on my mind.
Drifting through the clouds
Never to touch down
Exploding unaware
Falling forward without a care.
I hear the words come whispering
Dreams moving faster
As they fall like rain
Captured in my hands.
I think of places
Faces and friends
And I set it free to be
Thoughts to tomorrow
Floating in my memory.


SPAM? Oh my……ear worm warning

Sung to the tune of The Candy Man….teeheehee….for my lovie stuck at the airport.

Who can take a can o’SPAM, splash on a little goo
throw it on the smoker add a chunk of wood or two
The spammy man can, oh the Spammy man can
The spammy man can ’cause he mixes it with rub and makes the loaf taste good.

Who can take a meat chunk wrap it in a pie
Let the smoke soak in and leave the foodies with a sigh
The Spammy Man, the Spammy Man can
The Spammy Man can ’cause he cooks it with some love and makes it all taste good.

The Spammy Man makes everything he smokes satisfying and delicious
Now you talk about your BBQ wishes, the puppy gets to lick the dishes.

Oh, who can take the Hormel, slimy pink and clean
Separate the icky and it’s nowhere close to lean
The Spammy Man, oh the Spammy Man can
The Spammy Man can ’cause he Q’s with special rub and makes this crap taste good.

I never cared for SPAM as a kid, but I love the kitschyness of a greasy old school pink blob in a can. I mean, don’t you often wonder what is it? Well,leave it to the hubs to attempt smoking it with some wood and charcoal and OMG, salty goodness, slathered with his homemade BBQ sauce and I think besides the blood pressure heightened from the sodium, I may ask him to make it again in the future. I kept singing this as he made it and like Weird Al, I never believed in not changing up lyrics to add some humor to any situation. My apologies to Willy Wonka and Sammy Davis Jr. And to Hormel too….God knows I eat enough of your beanless chili with my favorite football dip. Please feel free to sing along…..lala lalalala…sorry for the ear worm my friends.


Floral skies

Rich in the colors
cosmos of floral
charged with passion
light the night
with sublime beauty.
You gift me with
that unseen energy
turning this and that way
into shapes and magic
I long to rest in the clouds
of your wonder.
To touch the pristine
in awe of all here
I am a student of your intensity
I am alive in your orbit.

Inspired by my friend Morgan who always seems to remind me of that which we cannot see, we can still feel and be a part of. Thank you my friend for setting my sights past the stars and into the heavens above.


Child of waking sun

I am a charge of the light
Moving through
Life’s universe
Following the motion
Of a waking day.
Light slips over the horizon
Spilling into my soul
Brightness channelled
Into the heart of matter.
Arms to the skies
As the constellations
Unseen slipping by
Blinded by brilliance
Of a new days birth.
Do you see me moving
Through time and space
Rocketing to the universe
Of a dream come true.
Peace fills the infinite soul
I breathe in and out
These moments each precious
Most sacred.


Within without

Heart sits and eyes stare
Cool screen shimmer
Within your voice
Light laughter and smiles
Yet I am without
Your warm touch.
Night falls silently
Eyes look above to see
First stars in so very long,
I wonder if you too
Share the vision,
Wishing for haste
And a safe homecoming
Within my soul
Never without
This love for you.

Thoughts to my love so far away…not forgotten, just missed deeply.


Seasons dream

Seasons move my mind
Through thought this head
Wrapped round
Energy spent focused
On the brightness
Of this sunny side.
Fall she leaves me damp and cool
Spring she gives new life
Winters ice kills aimlessly
But summer touches gently.
Her sun dappled happiness
Through branches shade
She finds me
Eyes closed moving
Softly in a breeze.
Dreams in darkness turn me
And I twist their stories
Back to good,
Impossible battle
Between dark and light
And I am left victorious
To enter the white room
Somewhere in head
Challenged to stay focused
Drained I succumb to better moments
Breathing softly
Slipping back under
To the season of truth
To the beauty that is found
In light.


Empty stars

There lies a sadness
For the sight of empty stars
Eyes searching skies
Finding only a deathly emptiness
Clouds cover lights
While vessels wait
To cast aside the dreams
The wishes
The jar empty
Three sister stars
Clear glass
The wonder of what will fill
The hollow feeling
As patience takes a toll
The dark moon laughs
In the universe
Waiting to change and reflect
It’s lovely shades on the tiny specks
That embellish the cloak
Of midnight.


Neptune moves

On charging steed
King Neptune moves
Through waves of white
Calling me home.
The horses pound
The sandy shores
Gathering speed
Drawing me in.
Shells sucked under
The raging waters smash
I feel myself being pulled
Into the depths
Of dreams.
Home by the water
Oh sweetness of salt air
And azure skies melting into
The bluest horizon
I am coming home my Neptune
To ride once more
The stallions of sea-foam
To return where I belong.

Art by Walter Crane


Silent bloom

After the storm
Night gently falls
And the silence of the moment
A touch of beauty
Graces the white weary world
Out in the silver snow
Tender blooms
Beauty placed to mark
This moment of the day.
Petals stand before the sky
Making a portrait
In simplicity.
A new day will dawn
Sun will rise over hills
Bringing light and relief
As the wave of snow winds down
We will emerge once more
Like flowers bursting forth
From the depths of the earth
We will again bloom.

Photo taken by our friend Steve who received 7+ feet of snow this week in Alden NY.



Eleven degrees
Cold chills the bones,
Swirling vortex of endless white
Fire burns in bellied stove
Down below.
Lazy day
As the world waits
For the end of wickedness
Snow eating machines overfilled
Metal arms pushing
Cannot keep up.
They watch wondering
Where is he now?
The glass of their world
Beyond unseen he moves
While they watch
And wait
And wonder when?
I release the beasts for short moments
They play and run
The children of the crystals
Covered and white they return
Shaking off
Ready to enter
Their den of heat
To the biscuit that waits
As they smile
In dog joy.

Somewhere in the tundra that is South of Buffalo NY, a rare snow day with travel bans, 3 feet and rising and moving yet closer…the pups get no naps when the peeps are home…and they are truly smiling….just like the kids.