ChristmasDear Friends, I am listening to Christmas music. Why? To get myself more and more awake to the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe I’m...
Climbing UpwardOn my way to town, I drive past houses where smoke from chimneys curls upward. It’s comforting to watch the updraft. I suddenly recall...
TreesHow any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...
Looking for ChristmasRain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body. It made me reflect...
My TrainI look at the shadows growing long in the yard. They come from a tall maple and our old ribbed house. There they lie on a hard yard like...
Connecting, Heart to HeartI keep bumping into people who look fine on the outside. When I stay quiet and listen, they talk on. That person is leaving a familiar...
I Need the LightSummer or winter, I throw open the blinds and curtains. I want light like a sunflower standing tall in a garden. When others think...
The Power of TouchWhen doctors are juggling my friend’s meds to find the right balance and she is feeling at her worst, she says, “It is like I’m floating...
The LightA cloudy sky, but a tiny bit of light seeps through. I want to feel that light, its warmth. I want to stop the car right now, stand in...