Poetry

For Nia She was a lover of butterflies, And a bright one happened by The gathering at her grave. Borne by an easy wind that warm spring day, It seemed to hesitate. But on the next full … [Read more...] about Three Poems

Cow stalls and piles of old magazines— the barn was becoming a ghost with sun streaming eyes of old windows. It had been a church, but 300 years had whispered by. My grandmother sat in a … [Read more...] about The Lincoln Barn Emptied, 1967

The Choir The composer cries across the years, “I lived! I lived! I wrote these marks upon the page. Bring them to life again!” And so we do. The organ pipes begin to sing, The organ master’s … [Read more...] about Three Poems

Grey sky. Undertones of change. Already we need candles for dinner on the porch. The long dark tunnel of winter is coming, The constricting cling of layered clothing, The struggle to see the road … [Read more...] about September

The side-door hanging-plant, Petunias, red and white, cheerful Flora of the House, since June, came down today. October pinched her smiles to faint reminders of what water, … [Read more...] about Transitions

A friend and I sat down to lunch by my large kitchen window in late spring. Tuna salad on soft white bread. Movement outside drew our attention as the leaves and stems of the vinca jerked … [Read more...] about Catch of the Day

The young girl emerged from the trees At the edge of the golden field Undulating waves of grass Whispering, Calling her name. She galloped into the wither-high grass, Pale mane and tail … [Read more...] about Young Girl Dream