A Poem: Autumnal Orange
Not unlike Frederick the Mouse from the old Leo Lionni story (1967), I feel like I need to gather color in my mind for the long winter days ahead. Below…
Category: poetry
Poetry Friday: Gray September Sleepiness
Curled up on the couch with a favorite book in hand, covered by a cozy, warm, soft blanket in the drabbest green you ever saw, sleepiness invades my morning. Outside…
What goes bump in the night?
Last night I had trouble sleeping. What’s new, right?! I have written about my problem with insomnia before. When I went to bed, I read as I usually do. I…
Cerulean: A Color Poem
Cerulean sounds otherworldly. Can it be? Cerulean: a tinge of deep bluish purple in the vastness of outer space. Rich, yet cold, Cerulean says, “I am deep.” Deep like…
Everybody’s Home
There is not quite any feeling like there is when Everybody’s Home. Three Boys, Two Girls and a Boy. Three Girls. Four Boys and a Girl. One Boy. A Girl.…
Poetry Friday: My Gardens
What follows is a free verse poem about my gardens – gardens at home and at school. Although it is not my first poem, it is my first submission to…
As May Leafs Out and Rains
As I sit on my couch and look outside, it is pouring. Rain is steadily pounding our deck, forming puddles that start as a few droplets but coalesce into larger…
Red: A Poem
Disclaimer: I wrote this poem over two months ago, I believe on Valentine’s Day. During the months of February and March over the last five years, I have written color…
