Curled in my lap,
I could almost forget
the effort
it cost you to get here. Continue reading
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25 degrees Fahrenheit
At 25 degrees (F)
We go outside in socks, no
shoes hats gloves coats mufflers
just sweatshirt and jeans
to do our chores
Take out the trash
Collect the papers
Clean the yard
Sometimes our socks have holes
Anniversary
30 years we have been together,
24 years married, a son born and launched,
three parents lost.
Grief and joy both immeasurable,
laughter and tears commingled
in this world we have created, made and made ours.
We surround ourselves with friends, sometimes family, the larger the group the better,
but alone or with others
we are we.
Two and one.
I would not trade this life for any other.
Black slippery dangerous
Black slippery dangerous
ice coats my upper deck
warns me to step carefully through life
at least today
The ice we don’t see threatens us the most
A year of poetry
The changing of the year is a time for both looking back and looking forward. One of the ways I like to look back is by remembering some of the best books I’ve read during the past year. For me, this has been a year with a lot of poetry—and poetry by writers I’ve never before encountered. Continue reading
My dog knows why I swear in the kitchen, part 2
Because one set of haiku simply doesn’t do justice to the speed with which she comes running when she hears me swear…
Vacuum cleaner dog
as long as you’re in the house
food spills clean themselves.
No mops needed here.
Your tongue outscrubs, out-Swiffers, Continue reading