My Granny lived in a tiny house on First Street in Hominy, Oklahoma. What hazy things I can remember, were from our sporadic family visits, usually on the way from one place to another new place to live. Military families move often. In my child’s memory, the house did not seem all that small. […]
Category: Poetry
Books in the mail
Not much finer treat- Books to savor, get lost in You know where I’ll be! Nancilynn Saylor September 2016
Fuschia Rain
Ground littered in pink Flower girl summer storm Spilled like Fuschia rain
Catching some rays
anole stretching sunbathing on verdant leaf watching me watch him. Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Photo in the garden
Predators
On the hunt-aphids gathering for aphid feasts surprise! Lacewing eggs! ©Nancilynn Saylor Photo from underside of Desert Rose Leaf
I hear a Symphony
angels gather write symphonies on line Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Photo taken by a friend
Fairy garden
Pungent fairy crown? Circlet of creamy blossoms- Damp morning offering. ©Nancilynn Saylor 2016 August herb garden Personal photo
Break in the Clouds
midnight buffet being served on glistening ancient lunar platter © Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Sturgeon Moon August 2016
Mimosa tears
ground covered in pink/ sweet scented summer rain storms/ mimosa teardrops ©Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Photo from back patio
Farmin’ Fool
It was a name he gave himself in a song and farm he did nestled in our southern suburban paradises turning endless backyards of clay into soil we drew hope that we would have tomatoes slowly, but certainly, each year the garden came some years two crops if we had the energy some […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 