Unfurling fanfare, The piper amid three pines Heralds, Heart-racing, Heady and free.
Triskel
Birdsongs in winter, higher, shriller, call to hearth, home, longing a sun-warmed life. Frothy green, the winter lichen circumspect the pines, inching towards a sun-warmed death.
Baby Steps Still
First steps are hard. First steps are freeing. First steps come fast. First steps bring feeling. Legs must move too Unless we are to fall. Today I step again To answer the call. A year ago, I started a blog to share my poetry. Scared and unsure, I kept my name off of it. Today... Continue Reading →
The Depot
Intersecting dreams Bulging seams Baggage of yesterday Last month Last year…. When we started packing, It is never clear. But in they went, The Harsh words hurled, The Dreams deferred, The Masks The armor The weight your bare. Bags bulging Hopes high Brining every piece of our disguise False laughter Fearful joy The baggage of... Continue Reading →
Backyard Yearning
Today I watched my neighbor precisely arraigning chairs placed perfectly parallel. Silently, I wished for chaos to meet the order of that backyard, Rather than face the hurricane of my own.
Heart On Her Sleeve Publications 