In the cellar, blind potatoes reachghost tendrils toward unseen sun,while overhead loons flyice reconnaissance for open waterin a…
Sapling, raise your headFrom bright blanket
She comes and goesEvery now and then,Like the bloomOf an orchard’s orchid;Twined around the freedomTo be one with…
There is a crack in winter’s fist.Hope flows in as daylight,Flaming a mist of willow yellow,Whips of osier red,A promise of green,The pulse of…
sewing seeds of happiness,and watching as they grow.smiling as the sun shines…and feel the cool wind blow.i want to…
you can sit, blank stare emptyand wide eye gluedto on demand and pay per view
Winter hounds my spring,Pursues it down muddy tracks‘Neath an oyster sky.
a one line poem in response to Kathy Jacobs’ Spring
The frozen lake moans,An ancient stomach grumblingFor a meal of sun.