Poetry
When you don’t know what to do…
Take a seed and find it a home. It can be planted directly in the soil but also anything that will hold dirt - an...
Happy Spring! #WorldPoemDay 2017
Man...am I ever glad to see the beginning of spring. This winter has been a terribly brutal one for so many people that I know....
Flocking Thoughts: A Poem
I fancy myself a poet, although I only manage to string words together a few times a year, if I'm lucky. While sussing through a...
A poem about March
A poem about March This is a snippet of sweet words that sprung, fresh-born, into my head on the way to work one morning. I was...
Poem: Harvesting Goldenrod
Harvesting Goldenrod While my hand was draped in goldand my whole self consumed with the scent of Solidago,he attacked in the gloaming, in the tall...
A Poem from Heart-full Hands
My friend Jona is a poet, and a gentle soul. She is a fox, a giggling child, a serious mother, and a crone laughing at...
Poem: August Today
August Today What is this on the wind, this scent that stirs my soul?There is a feeling riding it that's been more than ten years...