A mournful mood hovers over me this morning like a dense fog, thick and oppressive. Thoughts of what could have been, what should have been, what might have been, replace all others. Laugher in the hallways, a carefree smiling face, life’s race run at full speed, full of joy and well-being. The fog of mournfulness…
A Bottle Cap Plastic Bags Straws A Cup with Iced Coffee Air Fillers for Packing Boxes Forks, Knives, Spoons, Plates Take out containers Saran Wrap All Plastic. Discarded, Floating, Moving with the tide out to Sea and back again to distant shores A river of trash forming a plastic river in the wider ocean Moving,…
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 it is gray, the maple leaves still green but now with a musty tone signalling the soon to be revealed colors from under the silvery…
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 felt sleepiness and relaxation coming over me, slowly overtaking my limbs, creeping up to my eyelids, making them heavy enough to fall. I shut out…
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. It doesn’t matter who, as long as they are yours. Children home for the weekend, for the week, for a month-long semester break. You’ll take…
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 Poetry Friday. I hope enjoy the vision of these special places that I tried to share with you today. My Gardens My gardens…
As I gave up my long-term volunteer positions at one of our local elementary schools this year, one of the things I have missed most is having Third Grade Writer’s Circle. Once a week for the last six years, I was fortunate enough to teach a group of third grade students, two from each of…
Today, I offer a free verse poem about progress. Our town has been one of the fastest growing communities in Wisconsin for many years now. Progress, they say. I say otherwise. Today, I lament the destruction of three houses that sat on a hill for as long as I’ve lived here – 19 years. They…
Spring Beckons A Smile Sun Warms Our Soil and our Souls Welcome New Season Maple Buds Ready Plump Knobs Containing Green Leaves Silently Opens White Clouds Reflecting Bright Sunshine in the Blue Sky Whispers of Spring Call Spring: Bright Clouds White Snow Light Dances Off Every Surface Teasing Us Forward Yellow Daffodils Soon to…
Gray – Grey. The sky is grey today. Heavy, Opaque, Still. A glimmer of peach at the horizon can be seen if you look for it. It says there is more light somewhere, today. White. Tiny white ice crystals knocked on my window and fell to the deck below, covering it with a speckled veil…