When we were young and careless, you found me casting speckled stones into the river just to taste its wake. Then you walked with me until the starlight painted us silver. Your strong arms around my waist always pull me from the ocean’s tempestuous surge, lay me on soft sand under stars and full moonlight,Continue reading “Poem: Our Waves”
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Poem: Poplar Music
Below denim sky Smooth gray arms raise in concert Whispering lyrics
Poem: Illusion
Bromegrass breaks stubbornly through ice-crusted snow fighting silently branches sighing beside me. The air smells of rainy evergreens and for a moment I think the clouds part for us baring sun-kissed azure but it’s only the breeze nature’s tongue scolding us back inside.
Press Restart
The other weekend, my husband and I took the kids sledding on a little hill behind our house. Even though it was only just barely above zero, we were bundled up warmly, and the kids screamed with laughter as they flew down the hill. Our youngest child bounced over a particularly wavy patch of frozenContinue reading “Press Restart”
Poem: Koi Pond
Wonder gleams in your eyes as sunlight breaks the pond’s surface. I wonder at your reckless joy, the way you tumble with cartwheeling legs for refuge in our arms. Handfuls of small, sand-colored pebbles Scatter the water until– Plop! You shriek and leap with every splash, pointing at tangerine streaks of life and bubbles thatContinue reading “Poem: Koi Pond”
Poem: Daylilies
Orange daylilies and sun-topped scapes reach heavenward forgetting worries turning their strands to sage and moss shades, flecked with fiery blaze Image credit: Authentic Wisconsin
Poem: Dreams of Spring
three fresh leaves blossom lime haze in morning sunburst birdsong sprinkles earth baby grasses stretch limbs free reaching up for sun’s rebirth
Poem: Evening Sled Ride
Colors meld to dusk, grasping at toboggan strings, inching through the snow.
Work vs. Life
How do you balance work and life? Do you think people who are more idealist and empathetic give too much to their people-centered careers?
Poem: Winter Night
Hunting Orion’s famed shape through my Pixel’s lens: crystalline stars the perfect opulence of night, pitchy purple shadow sky
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