Wednesday, October 21, 2020



When there are 

vast frosted spaces

between words

and ideas

it feels empty

until stillness

fills me up.

“Frost kills the flowers that bloom out of season….”

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Michael Angelo

Tuesday, October 20, 2020



Dusted by snow

in early morning

this lace of a winter sky

swept stark and bare

by cold afternoon winds sketches 

beauty after golden leaves are gone.

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”

~ Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

Monday, October 19, 2020

By a Bird Sanctuary


On a walk one day

when the water was calm

the wind settled and still

cattails stood guard

along a broad shore

where birds nestle to rest.

“…the long tapers of cattails

are bursting and floating away 

over the blue shoulders of the ponds….”

~ Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems, Volume One