Trading Tranquility
Keri Horon2020-01-25T09:39:58-08:00Trading Tranquility Loud doesn’t always mean right. Quiet does not make one meek. Fury should not impart strength. Staying calm does not make us weak. […]
August Departing
Keri Horon2019-09-14T13:52:31-07:00by Keri Horon Moonless night Midnight Misty-eyed mums bow their heads in heaviness And sorrow As August prepares its exit Stillness fills the chilling air Sap sticks to melancholy bark While lilies wilt woefully There’s [...]
Mother.Nature
Keri Horon2019-05-22T15:42:46-07:00‘Tween the glass and the screen, a place does exist where an innocent fly can get trapped and dismissed. The fly in a snap somehow lands in that spot through no fault of its own [...]
Ribbons of the Purest Colors
Keri Horon2019-04-18T00:15:30-07:00(Stepping outside of autism for a moment with a poem about Heaven…) I don’t know what Heaven is or what it looks like or where it exists but I know it does It [...]
The Beacon
Keri Horon2018-05-11T22:57:48-07:00(A poem for Mother’s Day) Flutters of life which flit in the womb The buying of onesies & preparing the room Dreams of the moment the infant is born Announcements & photos you’ll surely adorn [...]
Handcuffed to Home
Keri Horon2018-02-24T13:52:42-08:00(Recent post on www.Sacramento4Kids.com) Staying home can be a comfort. Staying home rather than going out with a child with autism can be confining. The definition of housebound is unable to leave one’s house typically [...]
Butterflies & Battle Cries
Keri Horon2018-01-03T10:15:23-08:00From inside the belly a butterfly flitted and wings were developed as bump soon emitted The feeling of joy as belly it grew full, round, and right I will take care of you [...]
Hi Hibiscus!
Keri Horon2017-09-03T12:23:00-07:00A botanical backyard beauty inspired me to paint. The real one: The way it bursts into life despite rain, wind, heat, bugs, and an occasional lack of water (ooops) […]
Ode to the Man on the Corner
Keri Horon2017-09-02T04:12:53-07:00While bluejays fly high, wispy clouds dot the sky and rubber rolls by at dizzying speed. On the corner there stands a man who demands they follow his hands as he whispers a ‘please.’ On [...]
Where are the Cats and Dogs?
Keri Horon2017-09-02T21:01:26-07:00(This was written in 2016 at the height of the five year California drought) Twas the first of September and all through the sky, the clouds, they were swirling, and the land, it was dry. [...]