As I prepare for the move Too many emotions all at once I ask “What should I get?” “Get an umbrella, Oh, don’t you forget” Said a friend “Get an umbrella, Better don’t forget” Said the other So I got two umbrellas As I prepare…

ANIMALS UNDERSTAND   I know I will never see . . . One as lovely as thee. With your wet nose and wagging tail, Your antics, in my laughter make me wail.   You want to share my food . . . And I want…

A downpour washes over me announcing change. I tilt my face up to the pelting rain opening my mouth to receive its wisdom. Washed-off sorrows form as puddles at my feet. In them I see a reflection of the full moon rising and I turn…

Waiting for days everyone waits, patiently or impatiently everything is waiting farmers, gardeners, workers crops, lawns, gardens,   Finally. First, I shiver, just a bit  — it is just a bit cooler. The sun has nodded off, the clouds no longer white puff balls. Something…

With gumboots spread wide, I crane my bare head to the periwinkle sky, tie dyed and bled a skyscraper needle’s head, I then spy pierces a cloud up high, sighs bringing rain’s beating pings like beetle’s wings on thin skin. – Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21  

Walking barefoot on the wet grass Once upon the evening The rain like broken glass It shatters upon the blades as if they were rocks The day slowly fades The world smells of earth of rain and ozone The day to night giving birth The…

Chasing The Sky Chasing clouds with bottled rain With hope still rising, it left a stain From bleeding colors of a bow With a promise of riches down below. The brush of clouds, fingerprints in sky Distinguished the patterns of another goodbye As wind shuffles…

Sometimes I wish I could be a bubble Be a beautiful iridescence Keep my rose-colored glasses on And ascend ever higher But for all their shine They are temporary And I am not.

Wondrous weeping willows wallow near my windows Outstretched reaching out to me, inviting me to explore the outside festivities Frogs are hopping about croaking loud and free Crickets chirping their way through the grass Little Sparrows singing songs of solace spring searching for food The…

It rained today. Not the nice kind of rain. Hot summer rain that steams And bounces when it hits the pavement. The frogs were in full voice In the hackberry trees. My sister captured a dozen last month and walked to the park to release…