Summer Can Stay

  People are ready to roll out the pumpkins. Me? Not so much. Maybe it would be true, if I still lived in the south. Because I live in the land of a seemingly endless winter, I grasp onto every last sliver of summer. (I know what’s coming each fall, each...

Seeking Peace

        Summer days are full of activity. Neighbors are out of their homes, walking their dogs, tending to their yards, bringing home groceries. It is late afternoon, the windows are open, the breeze is blowing and birds are chirping. A cicada out...

Fire Pit (poem)

Flies, bees, fireflies whirr in summer heat circulating like blood in a heart, pumping much needed oxygen to weary limbs that would die without air What stays, stands near, surrounds, envelops the air, the outline of our skin? Dig a hole, build a fire pit, watch...