Welcome to ~On A Whim~ !

I hope you find this a place to relax, meditate, chill, just get your mind off things.

Nothing special here. Just a little conglomeration of things that make me happy or that make me grateful...
maybe make me think (a little).

I hope they do the same for you.

Thanks for visiting... xo stace

Monday, September 26, 2011

A Sign of Things to Come

I long to feel a nip in the air.
The one that chases away the summer heat,
makes trees blush and turn away.

The chill that coaxes me into my favorite shawl,
makes me want to curl up in front of the wood stove,
my feet tucked into impossibly thick socks.

That harbinger of autumn: season of pumpkins,
apple cider, and the promise of Thanksgiving--
leaves sent somersaulting to the earth.

Friday, September 9, 2011

When it Rains

They’ll find me, they always do.
They’ll hunker down above my house and wait,
seams ready to burst. Then they’ll pour
with all their might, they’ll pour.

Lumbering in,
dark clouds linger
over my world. Swollen,
eager to erupt in a flood of gray.

I’m armed; umbrella in hand,
leaks plugged, windows shut.
But it’s all for naught.
I’ll get splattered nonetheless.

Although I’m protected,
the splashes will seek me out,
taint me with their melancholy,
color me shades of blue.


I woke to blue skies.
A respite from the gray clouds
that smothered me.

Relieved from the burden of desperation,
I caught my breath and rose like a flower
from beneath the crush of a shoe.

I looked another in the eye,
held their gaze and felt worthy.
Today I saw the sun rise

for the first time in a while
and it bathed my world
in possibility.

*Published in Mused Spring 2011

Ocean Sketch

Rocks flecked with gulls and sandpipers
buffer the shores of the Atlantic,
placid and blue.

Firmament kisses water
and clouds shift in the current,
abstract art in flux.

Rooted on its banks,
a lighthouse guards drifting channels--
an earthbound north star.

Sunday, September 4, 2011


The flowers on my silk dress
run together in the rain
like the finger paints of a child
as he drags his hands across them.

Clearly not Monet’s lilies
but just as beautiful to me,
rain blurs the floral pattern
I fell in love with in the store window.

There’s nothing cohesive or definitive here.
Abstract, like the life I lead,
it’s just a myriad of technicolor swirls
that meander over fabric.

The Makings of More

Little wren on my balcony
what a sweet face you have.

I wish I had a morsel

so you would come closer.
What friendship could be forged
over crumbs and coffee.