The Games That Rabbits Play (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Even though it has been chilly, the rabbits near where I live are as playful as ever. Have you ever watched rabbits having fun?] Early this morning I peered outside    where the grass sparkled with dew    after a night serenaded by rainfall Two rabbits sat face-to-face     bunched

Journal Entry #15

Happy Easter! Spring really is in full swing now, and it is a time to celebrate new life and fresh starts. So many has happened, but I think life is moving in a brighter direction for me, thanks in part to this WordPress blog, and friends’ advice here and on DeviantArt. Being able to point

Furry Bodies at Play (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Weasels are adorable, and they tend to pop out around Springtime where I live.] I opened the door one early morning   a mug of chamomile tea in hand       to find two furry visitors at play          around the decrepit couch that stands              upon my wooden front porch

Super Bloom (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Every Spring, poppies of various hues cover the fields throughout Southern California. They are a beautiful sight–and at least these flowers haven’t been touched by the Wicked Witch of the West.] Across the verdant hills and valleys     poppies have popped to the surface     in rich purples, oranges, and

Coyote of the Seasons (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: I have always admired coyotes. It’s little wonder there are so many stories about them.] I know of a coyote who     carries pieces of each season          along with her like mementos Spring abounds in each lively movement      this coyote makes through the world         or in the

Natural Waltz (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: The world moves to its own special kind of music]. I stepped outside one early spring morning    to find the countryside amid a fanciful celebration             where the Santa Ana Winds danced with the willow and elm trees                                              whose leaves rustled in excitement                                  as they swished