My answer to that question partially rests on my perspective and understanding of what dust is, where it comes from, and how it affects me. I encountered dust this week, some bad, annoying, and another dust full of potential for awe and wonder. I won’t dwell on the bad, [...]
I watch for little signs of hope. I hear a new birdsong, a visitor to our feeder found his way and stopped. I wish I could hear more songs and less shouting, yelling, anger-filled voices. February seems to revel in bewilderment, moving seamlessly from ice to gentle breezes, and then, [...]
Weed? Flower? Who can tell? Delicate yellow petals dance in the morning breeze. Mama calls them weeds. “Pull them up!” “Oooh, these are so pretty,” I say. “Look! It has friends!”, Six golden sisters sway. Flowers. I’m certain! I pick each one just for Mama— a perfect bouquet. [...]
Birds Singing Birds singing— I follow the sound to find joy . . . Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone. —Lawrence Ferlinghetti And always— Be kind. Be brave. Be you. You can find me on Instagram, Bluesky, Facebook, and LinkedIn Photos © Kathryn [...]
Nature's Amazing Revolution I watched them inch their way out of the musty soil. Day by day the leaves stretched their arms embracing a revolution short-lived from bulb to stem embracing buds with anticipation as sun, rain, gentle breezes of spring burst forth— the yellow daffodils. . . [...]
The Storm Flashing in clouds dark and foreboding rumbling and shaking solid ground birds take flight before the storm wind wails a soulful song trees bend kissing ground eyes watch for signs of first drops and then— rain. . . . A poet is, before anything else, a [...]
Life and Death in a Season My walks along the garden path become a lesson in nature as green stems pierce the earth promising blooms of yellow. Every day, I measure the growth. Soon long stems emerge among the leaves. I hold my breath—wait. saffron petals face the sun [...]
Two Roses Heirloom roses side-by-side flaunting fanciful frills one crimson bud stares longingly my turn not yet your flowering unfolds in time for now you wait patient breaking free soon keep hope . . . If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the [...]
The Gift I noticed tight white buds waiting to burst forth. I watched wondering when the blossom would unfold. On a damp day in in the cold, I met the gaze snowy and silent. Now the blossoms sit on my desk rescued from the rain and wind that knocked it [...]
Coastal Winds Coastal winds whip across the marsh, trees submit, yielding—bent until the limbs gnarl and knot finding strength and hope. . . . Poetry doesn’t have to be hard. It can be about dogs or flowers or death or pigs or laundry. It can be fun or [...]
