Fall Suggested

If you let yourself notice you’ll see the leaves are dull now
Long gone the lime colored buds today drab olive army green
Even dingy khaki with a hint of gold or red an early adaptor
On my street is in full-on crimson umber mode with crisp
Brown leaves strewn below like a child’s sponge painting
One of the dogwoods in the front yard has reluctantly
Allowed a small area the top left edge to turn red alone
But the mornings are crisp and clear with the bluest blue
Sky that you can’t help notice if you breath and take a
Minute to feel the air cut fresh and clean against your
Exposed skin I wrap myself in a light polka dot blanket
Just breath and listen to the crickets call their melody
While the wispy clouds dot the sky and slowly move
Across with changing shapes to remind me remember
Find shapes of mountains letters faces in this moving canvas
Today I notice the most beautiful shade of blue in the
Big oak tree on the edge of the yard between already brittle
Looking leaves that sway and rustle in the breeze the gaps
That of course were there all along are now all I see the
Stunning patches of cerulean sky behind sage and moss
Lace patterns in motion stunning captivating change
The change is constant and calls out to be noticed like
A baby you don’t see for a week or a month how much
She changed now she’s a tiny person how did I miss
The catharsis in the changing colors and crisper sky
While butterflies dance together gasping for a final hoorah

Summer Goodbyes

Constant waves of crickets’ rhythmic singing an unwelcome yet
Sweetly maudlin harbinger heralding cooler breezes crisp blue skies
Suggesting an end of glistening teal-blue pool days a solitary slowly
Floating gold leaf tired of heat spirals to rest on inviting still soft grass

Enduring lavender butterfly bushes draw tenacious fluttering swarms
Cobalt black cream injured saffron wings clinging to remaining days
Agitated buzzing bees collude conspire to disrupt the final summer
Gathering with lazy frantic threats of stinging pain or phobic trauma

Anxious young hearts pound the most melancholy seasonal barometer
Vying for separation disconnection hauling crates making narrow
Long beds hanging carefully selected posters introducing defining a
Particular self with expectations overwhelming sentimental goodbyes


A long 3-movie plane ride
Watching 3 back-to-back made
The trip fly by…ha. The start of
A two-week vacation begins
Work still swirling swirling head full
Hope determined to disengage relax
Enjoy a real break for family love
Zoo and beach days Rubio’s and
Jamba nostalgia (a much cooler
Place to grow up than mine-sorry
Charcoal Pit) Torrey Pines nature
Quietly amazing later Yosemite
Cabin hikes photos home cooking
Superb and delicious granite peaks
Grandeur surrounds valley biking
Tuolumne ascending flowers delight
Calling me though small amidst
All that is awe-inspiring and imposing
Tiny beauty is here look down at
The purple, white, not all beauty is up


Balboa Park Botanical Garden

Yosemite’s Cathedral Lake Hike


View from Cathedral Lake Trail

The rugged ascending hike was difficult for me
The mountain views were breathtaking to me
The rocky climb was glorious and grueling for me
My love stealthily slowed her pace for me

The rock face sprouting pines was amazing to me
The surrounding jagged craggy rockiness dazed me
The sight of Cathedral Lake was dazzling to me
The water lapped granite slab made a bed for me

The quiet breezy rest was reinvigorating for me
The magical lake was crystal clear for me
The gracious granite peaks cast a shadow on me
The majestic pines stood tall in the wind for me

The descent was quicker and sublime for me
The granite dome faces smiled in the sunlight for me
The trailhead marker was a wistful relief for me
The memory of that High Sierra Lake brings a smile to me

View from Cathedral Lake Trail


View from Cathedral Lake


Lower Cathedral Lake