i see the petunias ,  lilacs and  forsythia.

the tomatoes , strawberries,  grapes and  pine cones

and the squirrels

in my garden

and i know God is there


and He brings me gifts

of flowers and sunshine

and butterflies

and hummingbirds

and sweet, sweet air

and i know God is there


He lets me play in the garden

my garden is

my art


He brings me lilies and daisies and asters

marigolds and sweet alyssum

...memories from grandmas


a magnolia and butterfly bushes

from my sons


foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend


and bittersweet geraniums...

memories

of my mama's

grave...


cj 2016

I’ve started keeping your love stashed in jars.
Hugs, kisses, and words only; so far.
Your hugs are filled up to the brim- glittery twinkles of shimmery bits.
Your kisses can’t keep still on top of my shelf; it dances around losing itself.
Your words are my most prized possession, since I know that they are truly heartfelt.
On difficult days I visit my jars and sprinkle myself to feel the love we grew thus far.

I thought I heard it in your voice
An unreal suggestion to sincerity
It was like my heart stopped for a lifetime
As butterflies collided in my stomach
But that all seemed to vanish
My heart sank to the pit of my stomach
And the butterflies retreated rightfully so
The very second you sidestepped such a foolish thought