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

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, … More Snowfall

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 … More Christmas Dreaming

To Thine Own Self Be True (a recognition of oneself when starting over)

I am Yeopim Indian and Cherokee proud, and Scottish and English and Irish loud, along with Dutch and Black French and possibly more.  And from them all my genetic disposition lays.  In my hair, in my eyes, in my innate knowledge and intuition, in my sense of adventure and in my search for home do … More To Thine Own Self Be True (a recognition of oneself when starting over)

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 … More Walking at Dawn

The Inspired Writer/Farmer’s Farmhouse (perhaps it’s time to do the dishes)

This is an excusive look inside a farmhouse whose occupants have been busy with shows promoting their farm, fluffy farm animals, and writing books.  I warn you, these written images are not for the meek. There are cat boogies in my hair the lamb just peed under the chair the dining table is filled with … More The Inspired Writer/Farmer’s Farmhouse (perhaps it’s time to do the dishes)