Invisibles   No, we do not walk alone There are invisibles walking with us Friends or foes, they’re there —they really are When you’re spared from the jaws of death You’re only a hairline from its snap And the snare fails to have you trapped…

Happy Xmas. A day of love, The day Jesus was born. A favorite holiday. In the month, Of December. To bring in. Jingle bell, And Holidays are here again. Receiving, and giving. Lovely presents, To call on his name sakes. Happy Christmas. To. All, Of…

    Periwinkle Forest Ranger   A periwinkle forest ranger winks from up high and lets out a yell as he jumps off the roof of a cerulean skyscraper with marshmallow windows.   His silky marmalade parachute drifts through an indigo cloud, just missing the…

We gathered our backpack filled with hand lenses, plant ID books, water and our favorite sourdough, peanut butter, banana, and fruit spread sandwiches. Changing into gumshoes for the expected wetlands trails we meet at a storefront near the trailhead before leaving together for this early…

I activate the carousel And send you around   Hair blowing behind you All smiles, no sound   The fun that we have Is frivolous stuff   So after multiple go-rounds Enough is enough   Scenery goes blurry The stomach gets queasy   We exit…

Clap Hands “Sun and cloud, periwinkle sky, stick a needle through your eye.” Mama said at the storefront stay, but sister and I wanted to play. “Big gorilla climbs skyscraper, big black bear hugs forest ranger.” Matching dresses on twin bodies matching gumboots on our…

Skyscaper storefront beats the clouds periwinkle corporate needles rain

POEM 11 It stains my heart with colors mimicking life on my little paint boards, not canvas just small hard paper boards. I’ve had these paints for years, drying into softer hues in their bent metal cups. My brown speckled bird eggs look like they…

The Forest Ranger rarely came into town. For him a skyscraper was giant redwood, or even a giant sequoia in these parts of the Pacific North West. As he walked through the concrete jungle of Seattle, he came upon the famous Space Needle. It was…

the heavens spread out filled with glowing sunshine and billowing clouds painted on a periwinkle canvas the needle like roofs of towering  skyscrapers played peek-a-boo behind alabaster low floating clouds   but that glorious September day ended too quickly the noise too loud for words…