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

The Voice of Moss

“My voice had burrowed in a tree,  shaped like a small gray mouse…” A short, rhyming, fairy tale.

“I was a wild weed, a wild weed, a wild weed.   I was a wild weed, far from Your holy garden…” A poetic devotion meditating on Romans 11 

“There once was a girl, I remember a girl who might have been someone who used to be me….” Here’s one way to remember a childhood.

“An orange crown points to the sky, grayed, sweetly, by a flush of rain….” A poem about a small moment

“The little pink pen click-clicks, offbeat with  the rise of the song, but she smiles and tells me it sings….” A poem about praise and parenthood

“There is a bee on a stick   and that stick is in a cup….” A little poem about the beauty of little things