Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Last of Autumn Leaves


last of autumn leaves
shoveled off city sidewalks
buried under snow

11/30/2022 walking in a winter wonderland.
Five inches of new snow in Minneapolis, MN USA

Monday, November 28, 2022

Sunday, November 27, 2022

Blue Morning


blue morning

sun shines on winter garden

snow melts like tears falling


winter flowers

sparkle with frost topping

diamond display

Friday, November 25, 2022

Spent Her Last Dollar


spent her last dollar
on a used poetry book
hundred dollar bill inside


I wish this was true, but alas, simply being creative. 

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Tuesday, November 22, 2022


After-dinner conversations can be so enlightening.  This evening my husband asked,
 “Guess: when do you think I became an artist?”  
I answered, “When you were born.”
Smiling, he whispered a specific date “11-11-1996.”
The moments we spent together on top of the Guatemala pyramid were life-changing.
husband whispers
“I became an artist the day
I kissed you”


Friday, November 18, 2022

Knots in my Stomach

they are biting my ankles now
those unedited 2022 poems
loitering on my iNotes app

January 1st calendar page stares at me … bug-eyed
knowing hundreds more to come

knots in my stomach

Monday, November 14, 2022

Rabbit Track


rabbit track leads to
snow-packed refuge

husband’s refuge
under warm blanket

road-trip postponed

Saturday, November 12, 2022

Coffee Perks

parents’ percolator
first … last smell each day
cigarette smoke

* * * * * 

first cuppa Java
sixteen-year-old sips hot brew
cold winter night

* * * * * 
morning ritual
fresh French press coffee
home or away

* * * * * 

after shampooing rugs
coffee and biscuit

Hands Are Full

  petrichor   heavy in the air   fills our hands