through the canopy
Father Winter's fortress of snowflakes
No matter the season, sycamore, we thank you
"Here, the place;
Rest, my shade;
Drink, a wave;
Soothe, your way."
Imagining what I might find at the park today, I hope...
join the WriteOut sponsored by the National Writing Project and the...
Photo taken in 2010 on my way to work: a dusting...
Poetry is personal; it is not perfect nor does it need...
What are your Saturday simple things?
Traces of Spaces
Between thinking and doing-
twisting and turning
ideas
connect with poetry by finding poems for yourself, for others, or...
The old adage, "Stop and smell the roses" has taken on...
Happy St. Patrick's Day -- a few creative ideas
frosted spruce
scattered across
a blue landscape
Sometimes we need a break, a time to just reflect on...