New Moon Haiku – Poetry by Marilyn Hung
New Moon hangs in Summer sky With clear voice, a bird Sings to the Moon, not mocking.
Marilyn retired to Lake County in 2016, to pursue her interests in writing, painting, gardening, baking, and all kinds of fiber crafts. She lived in the SF Bay area for thirty years, where she raised her two children, and worked as a school librarian, tutor for English Language Learners, Health Food Store Clerk, and Fiber-Crafts teacher. Before moving to California, she lived in England and Germany, and traveled throughout Europe, including Eastern Europe during the Communist era. She believes in the power of Nature to heal Body, Mind, and Spirit, and to remind us that we are all Children of the Creator.
Not Playing but Guarding: Poetry by Marilyn Hung
If you are reading this on a phone, you may have to scroll to the side to see the full poem. This preserves the integrity of the lines on smaller devices. I am drawn to the kitchen window by the blue-jay’s cry. The neighbor’s marmalade cat sits on the fence, Under the orange tree. He […]
Samhain: Poetry by Marilyn Hung
If you are reading this on a phone, you may have to scroll to the side to see the full poem. This preserves the integrity of the lines on smaller devices. Come in! I knew you’d be here this night. My, how cold your hands are – like blocks of ice! Let’s close the door, […]