Snow-Fall (poem)

Snow-Fall (poem)

In a matter of moments, the landscape can change. In a matter of moments, a life can change. *** Snow-Fall * A single snowflake floats weightless Millions of flakes falling, land heavy Bring a roof crashing down * Branches bend, dip underneath Weight of snow, crack...
Leaf Maker

Leaf Maker

Leaf  Abscission (noun)* the act of cutting off; sudden termination. Botany. the normal separation of flowers, fruit, and leaves from plants. Leaves change color in a glorious display for only a short time, only to fall to the ground, dead. Trees lose their...

Treasures from the Tree Maker

  Abscission (noun)* the act of cutting off; sudden termination. Botany. the normal separation of flowers, fruit, and leaves from plants. The Tree From a place deep within itself, the autumn tree bursts forth in glorious color, and shows a different face of its...

A World With Octobers

As October winds down (and it has been a beautifully mild October!), and as we head into colder weather, I am reminded of this quote: I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. ― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables Here are some photos I took...

“Into the Beautiful…”

1540 (As Imperceptibly as Grief) – By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk...

Mothers Day Poem

  I wrote this poem a few years ago. The poem is in a form called the Shadorma, with the following syllabic structure in each stanza: 3-5-3-3-7-5. ***  

A Little Bit of Hope

I spotted this little surprise by the front door a few days ago. In the darkness, a little bit of hope waits quietly. When uncertainties, questions, and unknowns linger in our minds, this little picture of spring is a mess that will arrive at the right time, a promise...

In April (poem)

In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake  words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered  by hatchets see—    but don’t see my heart left me—...

Spring (Poem by Christina Rossetti)

It’s the first day of Spring. Below is a photo of a fragrant verbena, which usually blooms in the first 2 weeks of May. Nothing is blooming yet, but most of the snow has melted and the grass is visible. The temperatures are gradually increasing, although it is...