We have all heard the phrase, “six degrees of separation,” but sometimes God/Divinity sprinkles a little extra sparkle on the moment or situation. Let me explain. Last night I struck up a conversation with a stranger and a few questions into our conversation I discovered she knows my all-time favorite teacher who I have searched …
Tag: Sonoran Desert
The Desert INvites a journey withIN
The desert does not invite leisurely hand holding or carefree play, or bare feet splashing. Too many things that can poke an eye or peel back the skin. Those walking in the desert must listen, pay close attention, and step with care. No orange or red leaves to kick, crunch, or dive into. No soft …
Spirit of the Land
"Love Poem" by Leslie Marmon Silko Rain smell comes with the wind out of the southwest. Smell of sand dunes tall grass glistening in the rain. Warm raindrops that fall easy (this woman) The summer is born. Smell of her breathing new life small gray toads on damp sand. (this woman) whispering to dark wide …
Feathered Fans
My feathered fans took notice of me the one who turns their water sweet calming breaths, but radiating heat hovering close, they tried to cool me Their feathered fans, a pleasant breeze I appreciate their attempts to please but they only tired their tiny wings and I remained hot under my tree Between the flying …
Tumbleweed Spirit
You scratched me, sometimes bringing blood to the surface. Wrapped in play and imagination, I did not notice. You offered see-through walls, never permanent. We lived in the center of a thorny dream, in a dusty land of make-believe. Ruled by the field's young King and Queen, our tumbling fortress did scatter during sleep. The …
Desert Blooms
An office with a window view has been transformed into a garden, thanks to you. Spring has ushered in a month of sharing what Divinity has so graciously given. Colors and fragrance burst from my screen, flooding my senses and drawing me in. I pause, I gaze, I smile, I breathe. I pluck one from …
Wild One (audio poem)
Wild One - audio poem by Michele Lee Wild One, you have changed. I barely recognize you most days; not even your scent remains the same. I see less and less of your openness and ruggedness. I sense less and less of your earthiness and rowdiness. Your wild nature now tame. Wild One, you once …
Sunrise Forthcoming
Sunrise Forthcoming from Being a Woman-Forthcoming Poetry Collection poems by Michele Lee illustrations by Sammi Lee From the banished back row, she did step forward. Her curves revealed by a full moon’s midnight glow, extending from the side, to the middle of the road. Along the edge, where the imposter merged with flesh, a woman …
Saturday Shorts – Sonoran Sunshine
Welcome to the third installment of my "Saturday Shorts." Today's shorts include true tales from the Sonoran Desert, helpful tips on how to survive the scorching "dry" heat, and a bonus short, just for fun. It may be cooling down elsewhere, but it is still very hot in my lovely state - we are now …
A Forgotten Field and A Poet’s Curse
Poet’s Curse What a gift it is to view this world through a poet’s lens, to feel the morning wind, and then spend the afternoon penning just the right words to describe the windy lines. Stealing an hour to describe a sensation that blew away. Never being able to turn off the thoughts seeping through …
My Inspired Life 