Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Monday, November 29, 2021

Sunday, November 28, 2021

No Regrets


friends and strangers
meet together on Sundays
no regrets ... blessings

Saturday, November 27, 2021

Literary Regret

the book I didn't buy
the performance I didn't attend
tomorrow I will live


Robert Bly, Minnesota's first poet laureate passed away.

Where was I when he was in Minnesota? Denver, San Francisco, Boston? Maybe our paths could have crossed when he was visiting those locations.

I wish I had purchased more of his books and attended his live performances when he was alive.

Torments and Regrets

torment by turkey
cranberries and dressing
elastic waist pants


snowflakes in flight
regret we didn't move south
migrate with the birds

Thursday, November 25, 2021

Thanksgiving Day

thanksgiving day
grateful for health hearth
loving family
turkey dinner together
puddle of gravy

* * * * *

wine glasses
toast to family love
* * * * *
mr and mrs
cardinal feasting on seeds

* * * * *
angle of the sun
moves to the south
golden light rays

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Love at Midnight


at the midnight hour 

love our sleepy pillow talk 



* * * * *

midnight moon 
shines on frost flowers 
love melts 

* * * * *  


reading past midnight 

cannot put the book down 

love "The Lincoln Highway" 

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Monday, November 22, 2021

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Love Weekly Respite


love weekly respite
each path distances worries
thaws numb heart

* * * * *

on the seventh day
they rested and dreamt of days
in the woods

Saturday, November 20, 2021

The Getaway Girls 11/20

the getaway gals
love wild walks in the woods 
eyes sparkle again


Winter Quietude


frosted tree
floats on river's mirror -
naked branches

winter quietude
spread across the river
beaver lodge

naked branches
expose pearl grey clouds
frosted blue

the crowns of trees
breakthrough bleak skies
no leaves to cloak them

Friday, November 19, 2021

Winter Survival Tactics

friends in the forest
sustenance for the soul
survival tactic

run away each week
hide among the trees
eyes sparkle again

lifeline reconnected
forest walks revive the soul
ephemeral freedom
white winter weight
cozy quilt comes back on
time to cocoon

25 degrees F.
more or less this morning
dressing in layers

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Dangerous Days


dangerous days  -
protect loved ones from harm, 
criminals and COVID 

This is one life I never anticipated.

A Writer's Soup


a writer's soup is
thinking research writing -
cooks up a good book

On a zoom call, hearing non-fiction author Daniel Pink talking about his book-writing process.

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Her Sequined Dress


her sequined dress
sparkles in the lights
graduation night

Remembering my college graduation celebration night.

Monday, November 15, 2021

Blur of Winged Beaks

blur of winged beaks
bird food battle commences
still love the feeder

I filled up the birdfeeder yesterday afternoon and, Eureka, they found it today.

It's a blur of wings and beaks as they feast for their morning breakfast.

Saturday, November 13, 2021

Pot of Haiku Soup


pot of haiku soup
poets shake in their own spice
words waft


haiku heaven - a
soup pot of savory spices
spoonfuls served with care

Rocks Singing and Dancing


autumn woodland
singers and dancers revere
a new life


Do you see the trees and the rocks singing and dancing?


that feeling -
the ache for an open road
to begin a new life


Friday, November 12, 2021

Thursday, November 11, 2021

Bare Red Branches


bare red branches show 

a dozen wings in motion 

squirrel steals an apple 


a thousand poems from
one act of kindness

May 29, 2020 I wrote my first haiku poem thanking an anonymous person for leaving a bouquet of flowers on our front step. Her intention for this one act of kindness was to counterbalance the fear generated from the COVID lockdown and the riots that were occurring at multiple sites in Minneapolis after the death of George Floyd, which occurred two miles west of our home.

That haiku was the beginning of a life-changing experience I will never forget.

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Noodling Around


noodling around
seeking winter fun on ice
when niece comes north

A Clean Apron

a clean apron is
a story waiting to be told -
splashed sauces tell of
life well-lived ... food well-eaten
memories made with love
A light haiku that just popped up because I've discovered aprons as an art-form. LOL

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Monday, November 8, 2021

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Text Announcement


text announcement
niece's winter visit
smiles all around

Light and Shadow


light and shadow  

call to fill empty spaces  

discontent ... contented  

* * * * *


deep in a forest  

seek the life-changing path  

in light or shadow 

Wood Chips

scattered wood chips  

a severed tree stump 

mourning the loss 

Hands Are Full

  petrichor   heavy in the air   fills our hands