Sun meets the ground

The sun meets the ground,

Warm ray and flutter tracing

Bright yellow regards. 

Lady at the Thrift

  What divine puffed sleeves!

Just who are you, milady?

Grace of the Thrift Store. 

 

Regretfully, I didn't purchase said lady from the glass case, but I did poem her elegance into verse. She seems like a "Cordelia" to me.

 

Amber Cut

Sun-aurous August,

Sky-heavy spear light slanting 

Clean as amber cut. 

~*~

Hold my last wish, please! 

There's only a whisper left, 

Dazzled by desire.

Jewels of July

Pink-ruffled summer,

Roses seaming water jewels,

Petals furling heat. 

Summer Place

A cozy pond house,

Perfect for duck families!

Wish I was a duck.

Sun Lance

Lance me through, light-like! 

Spear sorrows with blue-tipped sun,

Petals hold the sky.

Bonus haiku:

A gift from the rain:

Columbine brooch or leaf gem?

My garden glistens.

Sakura Wish

April laughed in snow.

I dropped a sakura wish,

Dreaming of pink gems. 

*Bonus April haiku

Between snow and spring

Last year's shadow clings softly

Like a lost leaf ghost. 

I Waited Too Long

I waited too long:

My black mirror missed winter!

But snow left glass worlds.

*

*My haiku for March 2026:

A Postcard

February ink,

Like a postcard from heaven

Cursive in petals.

*My mother passed in early February, many years ago. She loved African Violets and they always remind me of her. 

Knight Light - January's Muse

Oh Iffy Magic, you will always hold my heart, but it is time to move on now.

What dreams may teach me: 

Glass slippers break easily,

Leaving only shards.

I've decided to turn this website into a monthly haiku and photo spot! Here is January's muse:

No Aurora glow,

Just Orion shining tall:

My friend many years. 

Winter Wishes

I'm not a winter person, but I do quite love the vibrant pink sunsets that come with this snowy season.

The Last Rose of November

I have seven rosebushes, but only one of them still has a single bud. Will she make it before the first frost strikes and withers her bloom? Only time will tell.

Hidden Tree Star

My local library is displaying my photograph for a couple of weeks. Can you see Littlefoot's Tree Star? 

I was here

A fragile gust of petals 

speaks once, then withers. 

Brave in pink.

*Note: I took this picture at Watkins Glen, which is a gorgeous mini canyon in upstate New York. But what I marveled at the most was this tiny, unassuming gem blooming there. 

Polly's World

I've spent the whole summer dealing with health issues that are really wearing me down, and my limited energy has made me realize that I don't want to waste anymore time on "tileface." And by that I mean mindlessly scrolling on my phone instead of focusing on the present, on my ink, on the day at hand.

So I've decided to put social media accounts like Threads and Instagram on hiatus. I want to concentrate on my little weekly newsletter, revising Bad Species, and finishing Agent Regalia.  

Creative nonfiction has always been a weak point in my ink, so I hope my weekly writing exercises will help me sharpen that skill in The Luniferous Gazette!

If there's less of me online, hopefully there's more of me in real life. And honestly, the older I get, the more I wish to live as elusive as Enya in her cat castle in Scotland. Or Polly in her perfect tiny world: 

I want the Polly Pocket Life.

Just me pottering away in

my tiny compact castle.

And when the world

gets to be too much,

click!

I'm sleeping in my

magic shell until

further notice.

Lavender Muses

I can't believe it's already August! Please enjoy these two lovely lavender muses bobbing their showy heads.

I think this might be Creeping Bellflower:   

 

I spotted this brave Hasta peeping through rose thorns to bloom: 

 I love how flowers keep their secrets in green buds until just the right hour— 

 

 

Summer Phantom

I like to imagine a dimension where I can still call her up and just. . . chat about the blue jay couple in my backyard, gripe about my persnickety roses, and laugh about silly, boring things.

I like to imagine my mother painting again, or reading Green Knowe, watching Miss Marple, hiking in a mossy forest, and cooking mouth-watering paella...

Her ashes sit silent on my desk. Sometimes, I trace a soul-shaped space in my ink for her.

 

Presenting The Luniferous Gazette!

I'm embarking on a new creative adventure with the launch of my weekly newsletter, The Luniferous Gazette!

Why did I choose such a pretentious mouthful for its title? I simply couldn’t resist. I would argue that words are far more glamorous with -iferous tacked onto the end like a fancy plume. Take these sassy sparklers: diamondiferous, stelliferous, splendiferous, and luminiferous, etc. I think "luniferous” elegantly alludes to the light transmitted by the moon.

You can enjoy the newsletter on cynestiamoon.com, or subscribe for free to my Substack to have it delivered to your inbox every Wednesday. But beware, the content shall vary widely by whim, so read at the risk of your own consternation and delight . . .