Wondrous weeping willows wallow near my windows Outstretched reaching out to me, inviting me to explore the outside festivities Frogs are hopping about croaking loud and free Crickets chirping their way through the grass Little Sparrows singing songs of solace spring searching for food The…

In the same Yesterday’s dawn Only now, the end has drawn   Waters still and calm Though I know Sleep won’t come   Easily, on weakened Knee   Knowledge, and experience Though, forlorn Picked up, like stones Upon, a dreamt up shore   If only…

Very little (if any) poetic merit in this, my final poem for the 2017 Poetry Marathon. But an awful lot of love. When I look at the old farm around me Three things I never fail to see: I accept how it is, I remember…

I look out and see the possibilities of my life.  A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore.  It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled.  There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach.  I hear the song. I…

Sunshine on the hanging baskets Greet the flowers there The trees stand still Silhouettes on baby morning blues Bushes and an apple tree Awaken the birds in the yard.

Hooray! You are almost there! This is the last prompt! Write a poem about the view out your window right now, this view can be real or imagined, so if you don’t have a window, you can imagine that too.    

Six weeks, they tell me, is just long enough to build a habit; I listen and I act impressed. The inference here, of course, is that I will soon forget the old while at the same time I create the new. But what if these…

My true calling? What is with All the questioning   Pointedly objected Forever scarred Early on, from ones she loved Now weary, scared   Exhilarating- freeing In creative be-ing But it’s not a job   How to change that feeling Dig, further in It’s okay,…

Everything I know of me I know because of you.  Without your love, my existence wouldn’t have a clue.  My literal identity is bridged inside your smile.  My heart reaches through eternity, connecting through the miles. Thank you for being the one to teach me…

I dreamed of time spent with you Nestled to my chest Soft and new I ache with longing to see you Hold you again In my arms I give thanks to pictures To help pass the time until I see you again