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”
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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”
Into the Abyss
This week, I attempted the W3 prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish a bit later than usual! The prompt was to create a Golden Shovel poem using one line from David’s poem, “Straights; or Expanses”. I picked the line “Feathers in wind gusts sucked into abyss”, so you can see where those pieces of his lineContinue reading “Into the Abyss”
Untangled
Pulling at my roots, I grapple gracefully at new growth, blessed by bees and nature’s rays and clouds whose smoky visages plump with life. Flailing at the seams, and tucked inside these dreams, I’m not frail, but free. I usually participate in the W3 prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish on Wednesdays, but I have decidedContinue reading “Untangled”
Changing Currents
Meander through meadows, patching puzzle pieces together into a mosaic tapestry. Wind– unwind– but don’t unravel; follow the brook’s bedrocks as they hum lazily with current through distant soothing channels toward our hazy destination. This summer, I have taken a giant leap– into a new job! I’ll still be teaching, but at the college levelContinue reading “Changing Currents”
Fractured Island
Minocqua: island paradise woodland wreathed in whispering waters refraction of shimmering skies For this week’s W3 prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish, Britta provided this beautiful poem and challenged us o write about a place with these guidelines: “Include the name of a city (town, village) in your poem This could be your home town, orContinue reading “Fractured Island”
New Beginnings
Tap water’s surface with trembling, outstretched hands and dive in. Not yesterday’s blood red sunset, carving fear across the horizon, or reassurance of tomorrows wrapped in fleece comfort, but the moment of inertia, submerging through surface tension, first ripples spiderwebbing, bubbling with life. It’s time for another W3 prompt (Wea’ve Written Weekly) at the Skeptic’sContinue reading “New Beginnings”
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