Ode to Amuse

It settled like a butterfly that took off when it caught my eye. I almost missed it, sunk in gloom, but caught its shadow in the room. The words diffused as colored light. I stayed up rhyming half the night recapturing what got away and that is why I slept all day. –from Sailing into Sunset by … Continue reading Ode to Amuse

Foot Prints

Lady slipper on a sandy hill halfway down stairs to the beach. Delicate wild flower appears unbidden, resists transplanting, hides under brambles. A ballerina in the shade-- yellow toe extended on a a green leg-- is easily missed. --from Sailing into Sunset by Ann W. Borger, copyright 2007