Morning

There’s nowhere I’d rather be barefoot, while all night long green plant shoots bursting. Dreams spill into our pillow, while the puppy licks our face waking up from near sleep, itching for attention, all spirited. The morning meditating me. Picture Credit, Pexels

unseen things

Imagine when things unseen are seen. When light strikes just right on an iced over lake, whipping around in all directions. In the smallest way, let there be swarms of light warming winter. (one of my favorite things in February is longer days)

October

October, I wanted to write about your blazing leaves and brilliant inspiration for the Fall. Scattered everywhere are golden leaves, like books littering the table in words. While the breezes outside tremble trees. (Happy Halloween)

book of poems

During the pandemic actually before I started writing a book-originally a chapbook. It was an interesting year for many- I started writing poetry before graduate school(2017) but developed a writing habit while in school. I have read poems at the art museum while being involved in local writing groups. Decided to self-publish a book of…

head in the clouds

I shall never see a poem as  thirsty as a flower that opens her petals and drinks the morning dew. The purple petals perpetuate the clouds. there is something soulful about the petals furrows opening. Spring in the southeast U.S. Picture credit: Unsplash Posted this one again.