A New Year

I feel the earth beneath my feet breathing Breathing through cracks in the pavement breaking the asphalt like a too tight corset pulsating life A breathing mother I stand upon her breast amongst the prairie grasses and through her gentle rise and fall I breathe in a new year full of promise and life. Blessings…

After the Rain

  An early summer rain fell in nourishing streams all night. Sweet smelling morning, the sunshine struggles to come on bright. Listless sleeping clouds shift and moan in their heavy weight. They’ll be moving out at their slow encompassing rate. Birds are already singing their tunes of glory be, as they flit around and praise summer from tree…

The Great Novelist

My first attempts at writing fiction were as a pre-teen, huddled in my room with a spiral notebook and pen, scribbling away.  Two chapters of strained dialogue and always two girls in southern belle dresses and absolutely no plot, I would grow bored and go outside to play. Freshmen year in high school I was…

The Writer

I know how the memoir will read, it will be filled with humorous stories that make the reader laugh out loud, and ones that make the reader’s breath catch and tears well, and ones that make the reader cheer, and want to visit our new farm.  It cannot be written yet.  Next year with full intention…

National Poetry Month (poetry contest and win one of my books!)

April is National Poetry Month.  I have always been pulled in by rhyming sounds, expressions in A-B-A-B form, and with eloquent words.  How a Maya Angelo poem can break your heart or a Robert Frost can transport you to another time.  Into Emily Dickinson’s world and nod knowingly at one of Mary Oliver’s beautiful notes. …

Snowfall

Across shallows and brooks the snow falls driftlessly down laying thickly over pines and rooftops in town. Winter softens into spring but today her cold gaze diligently waters the ground, a frozen blanket lays. A perk for bulbs who will hobble forth quench the thirst of trees and the new growth the bitter cold will not wane Oh,…

Happy Birthday to the Farmer of My Dreams

There was a man who stole my heart for awhile we were rarely apart. He can easily milk goats on the kittens he dotes can catch a chicken in the road chase sheep as the rooster crowed chopped the wood and moved the hay “Well have it again!” he likes to say. Cuddled into his…

The Gratitude Journal and Poem a Day

  Can an anti-depressant and anti-anxiety cure be found in a journal?  $280 to apply for an apartment.  Run down trailers for rent for $1500.  The 10,000 people coming to Colorado every month for tech jobs and weed are making us Coloradoans struggle to live here.  It is easy to get overwhelmed and stressed about…

Christmas Dreaming

  As winter snow danced lightly down, the moon still held her luminous crown and watched as each child in town went to sleep softly in the night. Dreams of Santa filled their minds as they looked at moon’s generous light and so wondered if they would see his reindeer cross her face in flight. Warm with…

Walking at Dawn

The hummingbirds flit around my hair on their way to sweetened nectar their ringing sounds of bells in the early morning air. The dawn shines clear and hopeful brushing pink in its palette spread across the landscape fair. I walk across heavy laden needles and cacti, up steep inclines of bindweed and pine cones, through underbrush that…

Ebb and Flow of Farm Life

The ebb and flow, the life and death, the frequency changes and seasons all so crisply clear when one lives on a farm. The ducklings do not fail to bring smiles.  Frolicking in their playpen in a casserole dish turned pond. The farm dog lays under freshly mounded soil by the empty bee hive.  Bumble…