In the spring of 2020, I set a goal to read 20 books over the course of the year. While this might not be many for some, it is an increase for me. I love to read, but am a “slow” reader, typically reading only a few pages at night before bed. This year, I…
Walking through the woods newly covered in a thick white blanket. Branches laden with layers not yet sewn Onto the forest floor. I feel cold air cut my face near my cheeks which seem permanently fixed with my smiling expression. Down a steep hill, we will have to later ascend, Out onto the lake bed…
Today is Poetry Friday and my post was inspired by the colorful blue and white page of photographs adorning our home calendar this month. Each year I make calendars for our immediate family. They are filled with the special moments that occurred the year or sometimes, just the month, before I work on them, as…
What have I worked on this week? I am a reflective thinker. Perhaps, too much so. I find that sometimes all my thinking stalls my actions and prevents forward movement. I get caught up in questions such as, what should I do now? What would be most productive? Should I stop editing and put those…
Everyday Shortly after noon I see you Head up the hill Towards the house Your house Not mine. Your small white frame Moves slowly Tired Visible to all Who care to notice. Is your belly full From a night of hunting? Have you had your fill Of mice, or nothing? I envy you Neighbor cat…
Tom Turkey said, gobble, gobble as he took a small wobble towards the shiny fence that cost more than a few pence. A young child approached sure the perimeter could be broached at least by my finger while I linger thought the child. The tall man said, do not put your finger in the pen….
Several years ago, when I had writer’s circle, the students tried their hand at writing the several types of poems during our month long unit which ran from mid-February to mid-March. My favorites were the color poems and the haiku. I found poetry, using the forms below, helped the young student (third grade) to learn…
Next to me on the chair the pillow states, Refuge Cabin Sweet Cabin Says the same as Home Sweet Home There’s no place like it. Luckily, we can reach our cabin with an easy three hour drive. With COVID-19 numbers vastly increasing our state (Wisconsin), we are now making the trip without any stops. We…
For the past month, I have been consumed by poetry. Constantly, I am thinking about it, writing with words that rhyme or follow a cadence in my head. Poetry. The imaginative craft of writing where words create images and emotions and depth of life. And, while I am grateful, it has been such an odd…
Hidden There it was in a tree; As we passed by, we could see! A shape, not natural like bark or leaf or beak. Still, it chose us for whom to speak. What treasure will be found inside? Maybe none, but instead, garbage stuck in a place to hide. There it was in a tree!…