Sunflowers and Sunbeams
Keri Horon2022-12-31T18:14:45-08:00As I gazed at my son watching the beloved bees on the salvia in our yard, I wondered if what happened earlier played in his mind. There is no way for me to know. As [...]
As I gazed at my son watching the beloved bees on the salvia in our yard, I wondered if what happened earlier played in his mind. There is no way for me to know. As [...]
{Note to reader: this is a response poem to Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay} If nothing gold can stay, Then joy must slip away. The tides do castles sink. Fall robs the rose of pink. [...]
When your world is a spinning pinwheel A moment of peace you just cannot steal The madness around you is totally real There’s tears in your eyes you cannot conceal […]
About a week ago, as cases of coronavirus multiplied across the country and social distancing became the new trend, a visitor arrived on my front porch. Unexpected, unannounced, save for the deposit of a tiny [...]
There’s a place off Highway 50, about 45 miles east of Sacramento and 60 miles west of South Lake Tahoe, that is pure gold. Well, pure gold figuratively, but also literally, in the past. Placerville [...]
Suddenly solemn our world did go Shuddering fear fills our hearts Isolate, separate, stay far apart Once blissful, our souls full of woe. […]
Trading 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. […]
My son is a homing pigeon. As am I. When little, I didn’t know what ‘sense of direction’ meant, but I knew people often said I had a good one. And besides my dimples, my [...]
Teenagers are not always breakfast-loving creatures. Weekday mornings are often chaotic, so a sit-down, well-balanced, post-sleep meal featuring foods from every level of the nutrition pyramid isn’t likely to happen. From about age 15 on, getting [...]
by 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 [...]