I capture all the gems  With just a click  On the box - ‘download’.  These crystal baubles then  Order themselves in a line  With mathematic...

March 20 (2?) is the spring equinox, and I guess I missed it.  This roller coaster ride of days pushing 80 F followed by tornado warnings an...

They no longer call But if they did, And asked how I was, What would I say? This morning I saw the pileated  destroying that old tree. ...

They lay scattered like Legos Across the cluttered space Hard for me to see beginnings and endings Hard for me to judge rhythms and em...

Winter's shadows on a steel gray afternoon Shadows un-sharpened by the sun Lie softly upon the wooden floor Where ...

Bryan quietly slipped on his right boot.  They were laces, so they would not make the noise that his Velcro running shoes made.  He was t...

I used to feel I wanted to be touched. I waited for not only the physical whispering touch on the palm of my hand, but the sweeping t...

The smooth face of a butter-cream surf-sanded shell The marvelous smooth pre-kissed cheek of a grandchild The starfish shaped prints in ...

  Red tulip petals fall to the ground Not as precious as the splash of blood on desert sand, But lovely in their death no less. ...

It is like my private pool, All white and big enough for two to meet. It lies alone most days Waiting for my attention. I fi...

Fix your face she said. He wiped the smile away. She sat on the couch and focused her attention on the re-run. It was just a squirrel ...

Alone, Hearing the sigh of air through the rooms of the house Feeling the fall of the dust through the sunbeams Creating the echo of ...

We headed out early for the airport for our return flight.  Security is always an issue that takes up time before travel and hubby was notif...

Just as the night was fading Into the dusk of morning When the air was cool as water When the town was quiet And I could hear the sea I ca...

Doing This busyness This making of lists... How many light switches must be pushed to empty the house of nothingness? How many...

It is strange how flat and quaint this room seems to ear and eye when trudging back after a long and challenging trip. The spaces are ...

The tulip poplar trees Over a hundred feet high Have begun to throw off Their golden leaves Like slow chubby strippers Resigned to th...

The local theatre brochure arrives by post. I peruse and mark those entertainments that look promising. Unfolding the town paper, I scan...

It is not glands or tenor of voice or fire in the eye as she first thought. In middle years she learned it was not what was funny ...

It is happening. Slowly the simpleness levels you. Smooths out all the interesting edges, Grays down the highlights, Fades the lowligh...