“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
Category: Nature
Wednesday Fog
“Step outside into a bright cloud, and meet a world constructed of dust and light…” A meditation for a foggy morning
Home
“Start small— a seedling leaning in the shade of a giant…” It’s not really about a tree…
Rain without Thunder
“A veil—so thin it fools the eye into thinking there’s nothing between the tree and the window—reveals itself….” A short poem about a rainy day
Thunder without Rain
“Strange, strange, storm—growling at the pink-cheeked sunset, as if she'd forgotten your name….” A poem about a thunderous day
Three Thoughts While Waiting in the Car on a Rainy Day
“An orange crown points to the sky, grayed, sweetly, by a flush of rain….” A poem about a small moment
Three Hawks
“Three hawks come to being in a gray cloud….” A simple poem about a moment of beauty
