Laying on the mossy cool I watch the living skyscrapers Green and drooping with their Burdens of leafy bowers Scented cedars spreading their Carpet of soft needles The incense of the cool forest Delightfully assaulting my every sense As clouds sail through the periwinkle sky…

Four Oaken walls with four stout logs, Gumboots on the porch, The scent of sourdough, fresh-baked, Wafting from the rustic storefront Picturesque in simplicity Beneath a periwinkle sky spread thin Across the trees Where deep within the forest A roving engine rumbles Spouting a thick…

foot falls repeat foot tap sand sand gives way sand records images images of sea images in mist mist and matter mist that wanders wander toward cliff wander with love love slows down love watches laughter laughter at spray laughter hurts cheeks cheeks flush pink…

Play like a Child, Paint like a Child, Imagination unfolds as paint splatters and spills, smothering paper- in happiness and delight! Creativity and Health- Unleashed! Poem 11 by Ingrid Exner, Half Marathon 2021

Gumboots stand alone on the old front porch A cloud of sourdough dust coating their weathered surface Periwinkles twinkle from beneath the stairs Shining like needles of a favored pine tree They spread across the old front yard Reaching and stretching to the ancient storefront…

A splash on the canvas of yellow and green A leaf or a flower or some evergreen A sign of the springtime or maybe of Fall Or maybe not any of the seasons at all From the side, could it be a goldfish in a…

At the storefront The old man sat with feet propped up gumboots scuffed through the black rubber In his twisted fingers he held a needle plying it through a patch spread over a torn net. Overhead, a cloud pregnant with rain thickened against the backdrop…

Straight lines and precise curves, The intricate crosses in it, Not crossing in any other way, Not a scratch out of place. Blocks and shades, Within the lines, Out of the box, But still within the lines. Controlling every move I make, Making sure its…

drowning in a city is easy, smog covers the scene, you can choke as loudly as you want to and your next door neighbor will have the decency to look surprised when the ambulance arrives; he does not know you, nor you him and that’s…

Nature or Love? I never see the forest for the trees I always find myself longing to be in nature and yet, I never know what to do when I get there The first time I went to a state park the forest ranger told…