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November Dust

Nods of winter’s solitude Obscure forgotten month Vulnerable bare-limbed trees Ethereal toasted leaves Milky tea sky overhead Brown discarded fields Eternal dust of fate Remembrance of oblivion Poor bleak little November. I wrote this acrostic poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly challenge at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Paula Light wrote a lovely October prompt poem entitledContinue reading “November Dust”

Pinkwashed

Breast cancer awareness month is over. Thank God. You might think that breast cancer survivors enjoy or appreciate October. Maybe some do. It’s not that I hate BCAM, but I see many issues with it. For one, we have enough awareness of breast cancer. We see pink ribbons everywhere. The disease has been commodified essentially.Continue reading “Pinkwashed”

Autumn Calling

1 Shuffling feet brush tawny needles across the path, scattering their fragile splayed fingers. 2 Sunlight ripples through emptying branches, forming breezy bridges of shadows. 3 Wind carries songs of harvest, the taste of damp, and the crushing pressure of lost time. 4 Yellow leaves catch on the clasp of your coat, crunch under yourContinue reading “Autumn Calling”

Siren Song

Witches glide through navy skies before an incandescent moon. City lights glisten below, incantations flow, capes waving in wind as an eerie song begins. Children step from stoops, hypnotized eyes, zombified, marching to witch song. I wrote this poem in response to the the weekly W3 prompt at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt poemContinue reading “Siren Song”

Tidal Waves

Linger under the diamond willow’s shade carry your cup of coffee in gloved hands play witness to the memories we have made and know we harbor comfort in these sands. Leaves will drift, orange-freckled, in the breeze and waver over graying grass like so to paint the picture of these changing seas the tides, theContinue reading “Tidal Waves”

Autumn’s Frailty

Copper baldachin veils the hillside canopy in royal disarray beneath a sky blurred teal and gray. Life pillows soft beneath my feet, then crunches out its vibrant angst. Like so many others, I associate autumn with the colorful leaves. My family and I went hiking this afternoon at a local recreation area that has aContinue reading “Autumn’s Frailty”

Tastes Like Tomorrow

I’m plucking purple numbers from my calendar’s pulse, deep breathing the tangerine lime haze of numb summer days. Cicadas’ shrill sing showers luminous gold and green under a sky growing thick-skinned. I toppled from blurred trees, spread thin pungent scents strained from nature’s sieve and smelled tomorrow nestled in the photo’s muted negative. Muri presentedContinue reading “Tastes Like Tomorrow”

Birthday Scanxiety

This weekend was my birthday, and I am fortunate to celebrate 35 trips around the sun. It’s certainly not old age (despite what my kids may say!) but after cancer I can appreciate just how special each year is. Not one year is guaranteed even though nobody sits down in the twenties and thinks, “I’mContinue reading “Birthday Scanxiety”

Changing Seasons

Fronds lifting skyward, embracing like friends, singing soft through pale wind, as the summer sun ends. I told my husband that every time I put too much on my plate, writing inevitably falls to the back burner. And, of course, it’s happened again with the new job and a fresh list of to-dos at theContinue reading “Changing Seasons”