9 am – (1) With thumb firmly in mouth, she was born, seeking a hold in a precarious world. With closed eyes, she searched. She found me – her sustenance for food, more importantly, she found my pillow and the corner. It was…

The weather-witch speaks of secrets foretold, in shadows between washes of moonlight.   Sweetgums reach limbs, looming like gnarly arms over children who cry in fear, hide from long-fingered   twigs reaching to grab the backs of their necks as they walk the night. I…

Blue Moon The morning after you left, the Moon refused to set. As the neon sun rose, she – blue marble in a sea of pink sky – still gazed upon you. Full and bright, She would not leave her sister Sun to mourn you…

  The last time I saw you Oxblood brogues perched on a beach cruiser, I admit to being unsettled. 20,000 holes on the average human face But yours were gravitational – I suppose stillness after a flood is a longstanding trademark. and now, having awakened…

My daughter texted me last night to say the supermoon stole her breath when she saw it. I wanted to rise and bear witness too, but I had already trekked to the edge of slumber, my body a willful slave to bed. Still, when the…

Door cracked slightly ajar A slip of mid-morning light through a thin atmosphere of dust and cat hair This is where the past found me Terror in one hand Wonder in the other

Beneath my feet pine straw yields, a scent so fresh and clean. The day both crisp and sunlit as we hike this forest scene   From walls of granite boulders woodland creatures hide and peep keeping close watch o’er their realm high within their castle…

Let the Journey Begin Didnt it really begin a long time ago?                                                                   …

Here is the place in the in between Where hardened trees guard the softness of hearts Where moonlight traces a satin screen And time casts its questioning shadow   Here is the place in the in between Where feelings pause in the dew of dampened…

There are very few true beginnings Maybe only one. Changes masquarade as beginnings With or without ends. But they feel important, beginnings, And we mark them well. Wait, countdown, prepare for beginnings Celebrate the start. May the impulse of this beginning Last until the next.