Author: Karri Brackett

The tulips and daffodils are long gone by the time That April showers bring May flowers to the South. Yet all about our town, lovely flora and fauna are to be found. Mighty Magnolia trees begin to showcase their creamy white blossoms. Roses of every array adorn the lawns of historical homes. The tapestry of

Waiting patiently, To see if it is true that You reap what you sow. Karri Temple BrackettMay 8, 2023

Summer comes early in the South.There is not a chill in the air anymoreEach day when I open the door at sunrise. Heat and humidity greet me. But such is the season. Karri Temple BrackettMay 7, 2023

Sometimes survival is receiving a medical diagnosis Navigating your way across the rivers of medical jargon and procedures And emerging on the other side. Sometimes survival is experiencing the death of a loved one Plodding through the longest days and darkest nights And learning how to live again. And sometimes survival is lying down at

She loved to pick up rocks. Big rocks, small rocks, colorful rocks, rocks that glittered. Sometimes the rocks she collected were mere pieces of gravel. But she would pick them up and take them home. The girl grew older. She stopped collecting rocks on day adventures. She moved out and moved on. Living on her

My wilderness is these woods, the forests of the Ozarks and the Ouachitas to the north and west. These foothills in which I live and work, the parks, tree lined highways and woods through which I drive. My wilderness is all around, surrounded as it is by suburban sprawl. Lest you mistake me for a

I thought the frost was snow At a glance. Lacy patterns of ice on the windows. The back field glazed in white. Only to discover as the sun rose And the air warmed My icy wonderland was no more. Karri Temple BrackettMay 3, 2023

The room is cool, dark, peaceful and I am content For things to remain as they are, whether hidden in plain sight or Tucked into dim corners. It is a beautiful day they say. The sun is shining. The sky is blue.Open the blinds they say. Let the sunlight in. But if I do, I

They are not sustainable. These lives we have created,Tragedies, injustice, the weight of the world at our fingertips. They are not sustainable. The lives we have curated,Best face forward, true feelings filtered and softened. How fortunate then are we to be able to turn to Creation,She who sustains herself. Her trees and lakes, rivers and