Winter’s Song

I love springtime and the return of the birds.  The warm sun on my face, my hands in the soil.  I do love seed packets and promises of gardens galore.  I love tree blossoms and flowers and bees and more. I love summer and all the fun to be had.  The gardens and watering.  Fresh … More Winter’s Song

December Morning Dawn

The lavender sky spreads and stretches over rolling pastures and forests of trees. Along the railroad tracks the mist lightly rolls as dawn awakes Golden sun rises and the air is ever cool in the December morning breeze Deer move along the tracks with motions swift on crisp winter grass.   Here at cozy home the … More December Morning Dawn

It’s Halloween!

I walked to the mailbox and found inside a letter.  It was from my dear friend, Pat, who sent us a Halloween greeting.  I love her poems and wanted to share it with you! It’s Halloween It’s Halloween!  It’s Halloween! The moon is full and bright and we shall see what can’t be seen on … More It’s Halloween!

Whispers of Autumn

  Even without a calendar without a clock on the wall I would know it’s Autumn I can feel that it is Fall.   Perhaps the filter of the light smoky golden rosy glow I hear geese coming back the birds surely know.   Slight coolness in its changing breath such odd stillness in the … More Whispers of Autumn

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 … More A New Year

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 … More After the Rain

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 … More The Great Novelist

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 … More The Writer