A Walk in the Rain   Did you know birds sing to the rain a sweeter song than their morning salutations? How many times must we search for home before we realize that we’ve always been there, no matter the form in which it shows up? The first blossoms of summer intertwine with the last…

April is National Poetry Month, and every year, many of my poet friends (and sometimes I) write a poem per day to prompts.  These are un-edited in their raw form.  Sometimes they turn out great, sometimes I shake my head and wonder what I was thinking later on, but they always keep my brain churning……

I saw a leaf die today dressed in her autumn splendor She let go of her branch gracefully no need of a breeze to help I saw a leaf die today with more integrity than most people Knowing her season had come that her death had a purpose That she would come back as soil…

The indelible ink of my pen Speaks when my voice fails In the times that my mind is spun From the jumble of circumstance, emotion and choice It loops around fears, anger and memories, Screaming nightmares of times long past… Choking them into submission So I can take them into control And avenge those times…

sometimes i think that i wouldn’t feel so lonely, if maybe i was just a little less of myself… a little less intense, a little less emotional, a little less afraid, a little less self-centered, a little less sensitive, a little less outspoken, a little less vulnerable, a little less free-spirited, a little less hopeful,…

You call me Queen, but how am I to know what that means to you? You hardly know me but for a night of magical connection with the universe. I want to believe you, for you are as beautiful to me as the words you spoke to me that night. A lifetime ago, I would…

first poem of the new year and a few unpublished ones… enjoy! ego strikes; humility reels me back in; surrender guides me to places i couldn’t dream of experiencing in the shallows of my smaller self… all the while, grace whispers her secrets to me as i fall into the arms of my own potential……

That steaming mug of nectar that whisks my nightmares away making room for the reality of a new day to settle in Warm, sweetened and creamed lifting the grogginess from my eyes so I can see the difference between the theatre of my mind at night and the theatre of the world in light.

I hate you, you wheezing sacs of mucus-filled cavities threatening my breathing no matter how much I blow my nose it stays stuffed up in exactly the same spot You turn me into a whiny-baby with a froggy voice I hate you! Phlegm, phlegm go away, don’t come back any other day…. let me rest…