River of Heaven (inspired by my painting, River of Heaven)   On those darkest of nights you stretch your brilliance over us, glittering points of light held within your celestial grasp.   We who fear the dark, close our eyes, yet here is where you…

My husband is watching the Tour de France, I’m watching my words here. We can’t be too clear, can we, but the opposite is also true — clarity can be a pain, and when in pain we seek freedom, even while we are not always…

Hit the road Just keep driving Sun still sleeping Bats at play Destination undecided And all that is known Is the need to get away

Mornings are a lull, going through the motions of a bright new day. Sensitive eyes burn, escaping beneath the warm cotton sheets for an extra moment of solace. Waiting until the last moment to rise up, to be brave. (Poem 2 of 2021 Half-Marathon)

I’m happiest in the unknown, though I would argue that I need to know everything. In the unknown there are delicious surprises—like the faces looking back at me last night as I attempted to sleep. I heard that up to six months prior to one’s…

Prompt 2  —  The Joy of Unseen Things       by Nancy Ann Smith   U rging me to smile; unleashing glee from deep within N oticing the otherwise unexplainable sense of “all is well” S cent of Aunt Leona’s cologne, reminding me of feeling loved E…

Spring Rite Blue skies, green- leafed trees near the playground. Pry glitter from the dirt, build a maypole of quartz shards made smooth by countless children’s hands, most having known only play but not all. Some children’s hands have touched what children should not be…

Tripping Along to the Museum (Hour 2 2021 Half Marathon) We walked along the metal pier To the museum That looked like a crashed space ship The sky was caramel A perfect day for fishing At sunrise This pier had a metal fence topped with…

The dog was a puppy at the rescue, on the first day that we met. The wrinkled face, the floppy ears, She stole my heart with no regret. I was nervous to bring her home. What would my two cats think? A wiggling ball of…

I don’t like coffee.   The wind blows through the trees And the grass And the leaves And me Until we are all nothing but wind And wasted potential.   I don’t like coffee, But when we live together, We will have a coffee maker….