Writing and Poetry

Snow Day

I want to share a poem from “Sunshine in the Weeds,” due out in March! Watch for pre-order updates.

Winter Clouds

Barren boney-fingered trees

Reach to the heavens

Searching for

Life in winter clouds

Brooding dark filtering light

Holding back the warmth of the sun,

Teasing

With glorious sunrises

Sunsets that dazzle

Waiting for the melting

Season

Heavy with snow or icy rain

Turning the boney fingers

Into a crystal wonderland

Sometimes

Dumping random mounds

Of white, Cossack hats

Accents to counter

Starkness

Winter clouds the canopy

In nature’s rhythm

A time to gather strength

Storing nourishment preparing

Sun

Breaks through the gray quilt

And warms the earth

A peek at the fluff of white

Soon

Light will come with

The thunderheads of

Spring

And

Summer skies

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