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…

Christmas comes as surely as July heat Things slow to nothing when the frenzy ends You’re waiting for me in the arrivals lounge Feels strange to see airports full again In the crowds I see plenty of first place bad Christmas sweaters Three glass jars…

Autumn. A mixed bag for a forest ranger. Clouds floating over a periwinkle sky, no clue they offer of the danger nearby. Nature’s golden-green pallet spread across a pine-needle floor, makes a bed under trees wrapped in vines of ivy, touching the sky. Sensing the…