Thursday, March 31, 2011

To Walking

Once again my feet find focus
Rejoice for the cold!
The tips of trees intent on trying
Throw down their first attempts
At the writers feet
Circling shadows on a sunless day.

Rejoice for the drizzle, the cold!
The foolish trees,
the trees are trying
to write our way home.


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

We Return

Lines around her heart,
the etched love filled in.
Time tangled and obscured.
we wonder what 
we see

magnetic sisters three
feeling our way back
noticing the lines of love


Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Beyond Loss Someday

If I found the black marked words
could I let them go?


With Perspective

winter played with spring-
tickling her with snowflakes.
I was not amused~

pillows conspired with the blanket-
and my dog succumbed to the couch
Without remorse I surrendered for an hour.

Side by side
As spring pillows, winter blankets melt away.
I awoke to sunshine running
through the willow outside my window,
chasing winter away.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

A Moment

she knows I hear the tremble in her voice
30 years of hearing my voice in her words

with a slight tilt gently
I shift from hearing to listening


pulled in tight
I will rest.

Friday, March 25, 2011


My breath gathers itself against my ribcage.
Hand perched above the keyboard.
In the exhale some thoughts run down my arm-
Leaving the fresh clean space I crave.

Is this a stone?


the page awaits
like a net  
words rise up