Saturday, February 27, 2016



Returning to the cabin
I embrace the silence
in the presence of an old friend
joining me for coffee
in front of the fire
As the heat rises
dust floats aimlessly
above our heads
carrying thoughts
of our lost time


Friday, February 19, 2016

Night Light

The street light
filters through the
tiny openings in
the window shade
forming intricate
patterns on the walls
I lie on my bed and
contemplate the
beauty of
small things
The art of awareness
as a slow dance
over time
Sifting through all
of life’s events
to find the
that endure.


Monday, February 15, 2016

Settled In

The winter has settled in
snow crunches underfoot
ice shatters to shards
mist rises from the lake
as if something warm
lie beneath
The longest night has passed
but still it feels


Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Winter Gravestones

I am getting older

not too old
but old enough to see
memories in graveyards,
and to ponder,

                                 someone's father who tilled the land
a youth who road a bike on country roads
a farmer's wife who raised chickens

gardens in the fall
winter snow
spring thaw
and how
some things die
while others live forever

if only in our minds


Reposted from Ellecee's Eye

Saturday, February 6, 2016


She is reading:

Rumi - "for I am the candle; burning only makes me brighter"

Neruda - "Some day, some where, unfailingly, you'll find yourself"

Gibran - "your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding"

Angelo - "Now if you listen closely, I'll tell you what I know"

Atwood - "Aren't there enough words, flowing in your veins, to keep you going?"

These distractions for the times when
she has lost her muse,
knowing they will lead her 
back to her
own voice


Thursday, February 4, 2016


A ritual,
night cream
Asleep after three pages
and then
Oh then
the dreams,
Floating in a tranquil ocean,
walking with transitioned friends,
making love, 
endless joy,
a dog's tongue on cheek