I am rich with acorns, rocks, and twigs, leaves with rusted colors, and precious weedling sprigs…
Category: Everyday Life
My Job as a Poet
“my job as a poet is to stare at a fountain trying to come up with the right word…”
Blue Sunrise
“Sometimes you can’t see the sun when it rises. Sometimes the clouds overwhelm….”
Morning Devotions
“Enthroned on the highest branch, the crow sings crowned by a faint half moon, robed by the blue sky, cawing the melody…”
Yellow Tinted Sunsets
“Yellow tinted sunsets on my pages fall and speak into my coffee cup…”
A Beautiful Night
“Jasper wind pervades my soul And scintillates my nose. I inhale a cool-warm breath. Of sleepy summer prose….”
Flurry
“Elsa hasn’t come to our house yet,” she says, looking at the sky. It’s the end of winter, and it’s 60 degrees…” A poem about southern Winters
