Yesterdays, A Whimsical View of Childhood Memories

  Yesterdays Why don't you climb inside my braids and sing me a song? swinging out over the grasses our feet stretched so high the chain-link grinds as we rise toward sun Why don't you open up your freckles and let me inside? I need to know where the June bugs hide in the winter … Continue reading Yesterdays, A Whimsical View of Childhood Memories

Hopes, Dreams, and the Gargantuan Spiders Waiting at the Door

We all have them. Dreams. Of course, I'm not talking about the nighttime ones where you're nursing a baby that turns into a puppy, or you are being chased through the woods by something that looks like Chewbacca and you wake up sweating and doubting your own sanity.  Not those. I mean the ones that … Continue reading Hopes, Dreams, and the Gargantuan Spiders Waiting at the Door

Nature Is Breathtaking! Poetry to Celebrate Horizons

Horizons There is something unquestionably strange about the horizon, always changing colors, shifting it’s edges. Someone is always On the other side Pulling it away. If I am lucky the lily pads will Welcome my soft steps, The waters will yield to my weight, The flowers will float aside And I will grab your fingers … Continue reading Nature Is Breathtaking! Poetry to Celebrate Horizons