Poem: Three Birdhouses

What the sellers left behind: three handmade wooden birdhouses, a flat, painted stone, the grime of an upended bucket, wild bushes, a leering gnome and a wind chime. What winter left behind: the crisp-crunch of tawny leaves and damp of thawing soil in spaces within sunlight’s reach, under shade’s spring recoil.

Where do you find inspiration?

It may be no surprise from my videos that nature is my favorite source of inspiration! I try to get outside each day, even if it’s just playing in the yard with my kids, but I find forests, mountains, and bodies of water especially soothing, and, for whatever reason, they get my ideas churning. Ideally,Continue reading “Where do you find inspiration?”

Poem: Winter Squall

I accidentally got caught in a bit of a blizzard while driving yesterday. I took the photo at a rural intersection along my route and then wrote this poem today. Silence simmers with suspense before the sky hurls cyclones of snow downward, spinning, they beat and moan against doors, the gale screaming its melancholy chord.Continue reading “Poem: Winter Squall”