Words and photos by Yvonne.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Ground Squirrels

 Ground squirrels aim for salvation
beneath earth's permissive crust

My friend Karen and I walk around the football field at the school most mornings.
This is the time of year little ground squirrels like to burrow down for the winter.
Quite a few entrances can be seen at the edge of the field now.  One day we spied
a little guy kicking out dirt and popping up now and then.  We couldn't get a photo.
 I know they are rodents,
and cause many problems for people, but I couldn't help
but smile when  I saw him.
Just one of God's creatures.

Savor the Day!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Wing Dust

A small yellow moth
leaves wing dust
on my hand
like a bit of
powdered sunshine.

(Nature is amazing!)

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Friday, October 21, 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

After the Rain

Sage leaves dance in the light
and breathes color
into the shimmering air.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Vehicle of Poets...

The horse...
vehicle of poets
and cowboys


Thursday, October 13, 2011


self propelled flowers


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011


I could almost see fairies
from the corners of my eyes.


Monday, September 26, 2011

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Stones in summer

a clean white sheet
holds tight
waving in the scrub brush wind

young, green plants
nudge the under earth

drought cracks open wider
yearning for moisture

red tailed hawk
flashes across the sky
over dry, stubbled pasture

after harvest
dust devil whirls

tangles of white fuzzy vines
cover the fence rows
looking like
grandpa's whiskers

old green metal chair
springs me
up and back
up and back

Savor the day!

Dog days of summer Stones

fast flying,
doves head for
water source

stressed landscape
bone dry banks

blistering, stifling, arid days
push off the Mexican desert

coastal breezes
keeping scorcher days


Sunday, July 24, 2011

More small stones

Light against dark
tree trunks are
black silhouettes

whimsical, folkloric
value, mood
late day trees


knots, burls, texture
mesquite bark in
morning light

women's connection
to the earth

watching great birds in flight
stops my breath
for a few moments

brush stroke
a powerful thing

a different lens
to the world

Savor the Day!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Many stones

Sense of wonder as
tot discovers first tadpole

Birds everywhere
putting binoculars to good use


Picnic over,
reluctantly leaving

 Blackbird cawing overhead,
ominous yet peaceful

Mustang grape vines blanket
canopies of river side trees

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Pelicans, dry earth, and shadows

Hungry pelicans
scout with vigilance


Dry earth,
cracks, breaks, splits


Far reaching
end of day shadows



Saturday, July 9, 2011

Friday, July 8, 2011

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dragonfly Stone

Agile dragonfly
 power and poise

(photo by Yvonne)

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Photos, words, memories

Here are some photos and small stones from a beach trip.
The small stones are written in italics.
Stones are written when
one moment is paid attention to.
Photos can capture a moment as well.
As I walked along the beach I thought of words,
the history of this beach, and all the life
that is there, seen and unseen.
Look at the photos and read the stones separately,
and you realize it is the small things
that make life enjoyable.
(great blue heron)


Beds of oyster shells,
monuments to island Tancahuas.

(Seagulls at Port Aransas, Tx.)

Ghosts of
pirate adventurers

(sand dollar shell on the beach)

Medley of long thin legs
stand motionless
waiting for that
careless fish

(beautiful dunes and bright blue sky)

Sea gulls
snatching food
from each others beaks


(Port Isabel lighthouse)


Wherever you go,
I hope you savor the day,
and capture those moments
in photos,
in words,
or in memories.


Saturday, June 4, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Secret weapon

Secret weapons of sharp thorns
arm the profusion of
pink bougainvillea

Friday, April 22, 2011

Sea Gulls

Raucous cries of gulls
carry across the water
while soothing murmur of waves
continue on shore.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Like a Statue

 a bird stands motionless
for endless time
like a pillar of patience
knowing its reward


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Horse of a different color

Heaven's wind
amidst wild horses
with plenty of rope

Horse of a Different Color
watercolor by Yvonne

Saturday, March 19, 2011

A River of Stones Book is Out!

I just received my hard cover copy
of the River of Stones January project book.
It is called
Pay Attention: A River of Stones
edited by Fiona Robyn and Kaspalita.
I was so happy to see
 one of my small stones
 on page 13.

This is a Lulu.com book.
For more info you can visit

Savor the Day!

Saturday, March 5, 2011


Feather lined sanctuary
amidst thorns

(This is a cactus wren's nest)

Monday, February 28, 2011


Sidestepping flower petals
that color the sidewalk.

(the photo is my ink pouring with negative watercolor on top)

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I am a collector...

 Senses tickled...
texture, color, taste, smell...

(What you see in the fish planter
is date palm tree inflorescence,
and the tall woody things leaning against the wall
is like a giant seed pod
from the date palm)

Monday, February 14, 2011

Austere Beauty

lives lived
spare and
a kind of
austere beauty

Friday, February 11, 2011

shedding its warmth

The kindly sun
 sheds its warmth
across my face
as I step into
the day.
--watercolor by Yvonne--

Friday, February 4, 2011

He Carved....

He carved his angel
and as each sliver
fell to the ground
like feathers of
soft down
he felt
at peace

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Wednesday, February 2, 2011


The icy somber tempest
on squares of window glass
create memories
of savoring Bordeaux.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Different colors

Can't bring to mind
all the different colors
sustain you in my soul.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Small Stones 25-30

Puddle ducks by the hundreds
web footed and in mass
sing their dawns chorus
in the freshwater shallows
of winter


The feathered tall blue hunter
wades with movements imperceptible
in his vigilant pursuit


 Sharp repeated taps
like Morse code
awaken me
my eyes open
and focus toward the sound
at my window
finding the little sparrow
who had scattered my dreams
...and I smile


Clouds float in a rose madder wash
and as the sun is setting
a hawk dives
and plays its part in the
amazing orchestra of nature


Large, round
awe-inspiring leaves
flat and unsinkable
landing fields for dragonflies
home to many
mud bottom pond dwellers


The dampness chills me
as the wispy tendrils of fog
seep in
Then a welcoming and gentle
Zephyr-like breeze
limits its presence

Small Stones 19-24

A fragile wildflower
grows from a split
in the silver-gray stone
its roots thriving happily


Ground soaking rain of late
set the silver gray ceniza abloom
with diminutive rose-purple flowers
saying thank you


The queen palm spreads its fronds
creating a lacy and delicate shade
bestowing the harsh landscape below
with a bit of enchantment.


Morning light and shadows
becoming whimsically elongated
then leisurely withdraws
the enchantment of reflection
as the day progresses


Jackrabbits hurrying along
following the illuminated
veined roadmaps of their ears
 to a warm location
before the sable darkness
comes and
erases the course


Sepia toned
subjects sitting properly
some standing unbent
dubious faces of the past
looking back at me

Small Stones 14-18

 Sun streaming into my window
introducing shadows of leaf shapes
opaque silhouettes that resemble
Japanese calligraphy

Soft fuzzy heads
of purple fountain grass
dance in the gentle winds
swaying back and forth
the full wolf moon
and me

Soaring from broken woodlands
to summits of oak trees
scanning the world below
the Cooper's Hawk
finds it's ultimate perch and
adorns the top of the telephone pole
that leans into lost voices

Taking pleasure in the sunshine
the banana tree unfurls
stretches its large leaves
out into the world
looking at the birds
and the rose colored clouds
that sail above it at dawn

dark obsidian sky
broken only by
a handful of
dotted with twinkle

Small Stones 10-13

Tiny chapel
shelters gravesite and
candlelit altar
which holds
handwritten testaments
of faith
and gratitude.

Worn splints
and crutches,
pain and sorrow
stay behind...
now just castaways.


Savoring the slightly sweet liquid...
rich, with a slight taste of
mulberry, spice
and smooth vanilla,
watching the beads
roll transparent
down my glass.

Like some leafy creature,
exotic and large,
the philodendron's arms
safeguard a small
and timid creature
underneath its 
green and
somber veil.

Fog rolls serenely in,
and the misty lunar light
becomes radiant
while the quietude and stillness
seem to unearth my soul.

Small Stones 5-9

Noble live oak,
winter green and full,
acorns have fallen
to its base,
adorning the shadow quilt
of speckled light,
on saplings
wee and delicate.

Fox tail ferns
living a carefree life
in a front porch pot
with fronds extending
to welcome me home

Small mesquite residents,
sing their melodious birdsongs
teakettle teakettle teakettle
cheery cheery cheery
good morning reminders

Rain and thunder
interrupt my repose.
I gaze through my window
smiling at the
wet round drops
 collected in square holes
of the window screen.

Palm trees stand upright
 where the earth and sky meet
and create silhouettes
against a Prussian blue
almost night

Small Stones 1-4

Red tailed hawks
over my
vermillion horizon,
almost touching
the clouds
that float
in their cerulean wash.

Salvia, sage, santolina
humbly obedient to rains kiss
their sharp, pleasant smells
rising under the crescent moon

Wintertime windowsill
cultivating pelargoniums
sensual aroma
 to keep my thumb green

Sunlightrays of crimson red,
then honey gold,

create mesmerizing shadows...

to cheer me up this morning.