(personal photo)
shrubs in a snowdrift
stretch spindle arms up and out
an open embrace
ready to catch you tumble
at the end of a busy day
(personal photo)
shrubs in a snowdrift
stretch spindle arms up and out
an open embrace
ready to catch you tumble
at the end of a busy day
(personal photo)
raindrops chase us
inside an old bank
to a bard’s haunt
where walls hold his stories,
and guests seek his poetry
(personal photo)
each new day
begins with light in the east
to color our day,
this morning a rainbow greeted me
when I looked in your direction
(personal photo)
tall prairie grass
strands clumped together,
golden sentinels
promise dormant dreams
a green tomorrow
(personal photo)
on a riverbank
manmade gears and cogs
beneath dry snow crystals,
nature bides her time until
she torques a new direction
(personal photo)
the river flows
through a frozen landscape
where citizens sleep,
you and I run a slow pace
with icicles in our breath
(personal photo)
the hometown team
returns to a media blizzard
an icy reception
but underneath it all
little hands clamor for attention
(personal photo)
November snow
chills the air, freezes trees
right outside our door
inside we light a fire
Birchwood keeps us warm
(personal photo)
cold metal rises
from rough barren ground
stark on the field
yet it loops to form a heart,
links our lives to something warm
(personal photo)
if you could tell me
one truth, what would it be,
beneath the red lights
and giant letters along the street;
what fact would emerge