What Nature Brings Every day something blooms, a songbird fills the breeze with music. I wait in anticipation of the next day wondering what will nature bring? . . . A poet is someone—you, me, anyone—who writes poems. —Jerome Judson Spring oozes with opportunity to explore nature, to [...]
Longing Longing for the days lost behind stone walls and trees, verdant, lonely, hidden in time waiting. Oyster stones, cold, stand strong weathering silent storms leached in the walls echoing loud the truth. Fog came, silenced the pain of words thrown out in haste lingering without consent and lost [...]
Poetry Centers the Heart I don’t know if it was the fever or the simple beauty of the words. Words with sounds and images floated in and out of my dream-like state. Pictures of swings flying high, owls and pussycats. The splendor enveloped my heart as a close, tight, [...]
Fuchsia Sky The fuchsia sky moved my soul playfully across the purple mountains while mandolins calmed the melancholy forests. I counted moments before the silent trout swam in octagon pillows of lake grass and the Colorado clouds swarmed above. Where will this counting of passions take me? The opal [...]
Around the Table Faces around the table The same but changed Every life a story, Adventures, challenges, and joys Laughter, tears, warm embraces Hold time gently As the days and years escape But the faces around the table— Stay suspended, caressed by memories. * * [...]
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold. —Zelda Fitzgerald The Unbarred View The coastal plain of my childhood stretches long and wide. No hills to roll down, no mountains to climb. I wondered about those places where brooks babbled and rocky edges left barely [...]
What’s Next When did the season change? How quickly mousy turned to silver and supple morphed into road maps of memories. Where flew the years of balancing meals, messiness, miles, and me? What happens next? Who am I now? The seasons pull me forward— becoming more. 4.05.22 . . [...]
Leaves can teach us how to do it better. Nature never mourns or complains about the cycle of life from seed, to bud, to blooms, to decay, and back around again. Humans, including this one, struggle with the letting go. For everything, there is a season. I find myself in [...]
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant. —Henry David Thoreau Others’ Eyes I like to think I have my biases reigned in, tucked neatly in my pocket, and hidden from my thinking and action. No matter how hard I [...]
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too?” —Emily Dickinson Who am I? I sat on a zoom call of unlikely poets. Analysts, field inspectors, payroll, and human resource professionals from different departments of a state agency gathered together with only one purpose. Each came with [...]
