The less-taken trail houses weird wonders and wandering questions. The path unfurls without guidance: untraversed, untold, and unpaved. No footprints line the sand, only solitude and tranquility, the tranquility only found in solitude, on tomorrow’s autumn road. “The Road Not Taken” is still a favorite of mine, and why not? Is there an English teacherContinue reading “What Frost Left Out”
Category Archives: Poetry
Transfiguration
Maybe you can’t carry the moon, capture it like you do so many fading sunsets, place them in your pocket with cloudy bits dryer lint, prod them across your monitor. Maybe moonglow is the broken hourglass you cup with greedy hands, scrambling to capture the grains of sand under Chronos’ unyielding gaze. Or it’s theContinue reading “Transfiguration”
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”
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”
Déjà vu
I followed the quilted shadows here to patterns cast by setting suns and glazed with the sweet loss of repetition. I pluck a leaf for luck and trace its pleated edges and rubber stem, looking for its secrets and finding only my own. Autumn is one of my favorite times to take photos in natureContinue reading “Déjà vu”
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”
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”
Words and Coffee Writing 