The View from Shore the sailboats bob in the bay – a languid dance upon the gentle waves. sometimes together…
Author María Morera Johnson
Interlude Something about the half-lit space invites silence. Sacred and calm. Sunlight, muted through treated windows, still manages to splash…
Aubade at Half-Past Six on a Cold Winter Morning Dawn’s first light shivers through half-opened blinds, creating new patterns on…
Brown Sugar and Cinnamon Heaven smells like brown sugar and cinnamon, Don’t you think? And if it doesn’t, what then?…
Spring When the sun loves, deeply, and with feeling, it penetrates the barren landscape and ignites the spirit wanting to…
Cutthroat: A Friendly Game of Words with Friends The letters mock me As they line up In alphabetical order And…
Quiet Wonder The rocking chair’s gentle embrace Held you and me in its slow pace Suspended, in both time and…
The Washing Machine I complain about the laundry more than my dirty clothes deserve. It’s a matter of functionality to…
The Godliest Hour In the cool darkness before the dawn when the stars shine brightest against a dark blue night,…
Adoration to spend time in your calming presence and feel the abiding love that wraps around me and rocks me…