Diamonds in the treessparkle in the sun.Random beauty caughtby the icy cold.I think about tearsfloating in zero gravity,trapped in bare branches.Inside the heat cracklesand tears fall as nature intended.Beauty is…
It’s June and summer is almost here,or so they keep telling me.It’s doesn’t feel like summeris skipping just a little ahead. It feels like winter is pulling me backwith a…
The haunting yellowed-white of the winter moonhangs low in the cold black night.Round and nearly full, it dips below the branches and is gone.Here I stand, alone, and oh, so…
Winter has come. The temperature has dropped, not as far as single digits or negative numbers, but cold enough that I sit wrapped in a blanket, holding hand warmers that…
Whether lying in the dark trying to find sleep, or driving alone in my car in winter’s black predawn, my mind tends to wander to poetic places I’d rather not…
Little more than a week ago they were shouting at me to spring forward, and even though the sun reflecting against my window gave the appearance of spring, the howling…
Frigid fingertips wearing Bob Crachett gloves Wish for a fire but there is no fireplace I huddle in my blanket I imagine you and snuggle in your embrace You are…
A cold gray sky followed me home. Like the town crier, the weatherman had shouted warnings of coming snow, but I try not to worry about things I can’t control….
