exhausted and still
in the encroaching darkness--
reaching out to God

Moving towards the light,
I drive away from darkness--
rainbow in my rear view.

winter lullaby
warm laundry, soft music
sleeping animal

seven squirrels
culinary cramming--
first freeze

morning coffee--
liquid motivation,
barely tasted

early fall morning
dense fog hugs the ground
spirits walk

immutable
specters retreat behind
morning mist

in a daze--
life without taste
or smell

new diet
orange juice and chicken soup
waiting to breathe

no poems
my head is too stuffed
with crap

hot tea
after brushing teeth
not the same

after church
bamboo thicket growing
in the alley

evening falls
too late
for jasmine tea

sweet tea, bills paid
fall weather in August
life is good

restless soul
painfully restricting
bursting cocoon

today
breaks on the shore
wet sand

spiders
in the house
darkness

silently, sternly,
judging me from on high
bookshelf cat

middle aged and
still rockin' for God
Catholic boomer

my two black
animals immobile
from the heat

sometimes i wonder
are tiny women worth more
per pound

the rain on the asphalt
lit up by the amber streetlight
red umbrella

in my dreams
i go back to warn you
you're already dead

Bank line

men and women stand
in anonymous silence
waiting for their god.

butter melting
paint brush filling in wood stain
nooks and crannies

amber waves
of goldenrod
summer's here

Patiently I wait
for I share the bathroom
with a cat

waiting
for the bathroom
hurry up, cat

filtered sun--
under my feet,
walnut shells

a sweet breeze
the gentle touch
of God

the chair
creaking audibly
knees and ankles

weary, thirsting
reaching out to the heavens
it finally rains

among the red--
beautiful and different
lavender tomatoes

vip
attractive pop sickle stick
with big hair

Juicy and sweet,
the sugarplum dances dimly
in the back of my mind.

modern role reversal
the cat brings offerings to
the human

my husband--
the comforting *clank* of Volkswagen tools
on the garage floor

a ghost
in the foggy darkness
coming to claim its own

in the cool of the morning
God waters the world

sweetest flowers
Our Lady's mantel
gently blooms

the fish hear me
leaving the restaurant
and beg for food

he watches the car
we wait and watch him watching--
wife & bird

Gettysburg

stranded in the hot sun,
cursing corset and hoop skirt--
she whips out her cell phone

the cat watches the birds
as they live their daily lives
animal media

many mini
helocopters hover--
black bumble bees

on a porch
dropping its leaves
fake tree

spring tragedy
new life amid death
colts and calves

small and sweet
nestled in the green grass
newborn cows

sleeping like a baby
only now he has a beard
grown son

in spring
after yellow blossoms
green leaves sprout quickly

huddled together
cows form a united front
and await the storm

I wake up
exhausted from too much work
in my dreams

on my arm
in my car; while I'm driving
a spider

on a dark road
i hear the new spring frogs
and think of you

together
slowly crossing the road
two geese

Huge snowfall
brings sparkling diamonds
new streams

awkwardly
skating around, falling in,
I remove the skates

round and round
circumnavigating the
unknown darkness

small and helpless
in the palm of His Hand
I rest in God

small and brown
in God's ecosystem
tiny bird

outside together
reluctant shoveling
mom and son bonding

creeping darkness
biting wind--
the ides of March

snow storm--

willows, pines and oaks transformed

in bright sunlight

soft fur
underneath a
gentle paw

voices
float over the mountain--
sing unknown songs

you pour out
the oil into my hands
some remains

i let the oil slip
through my fingers
but some remains

At Mass
sharing a hymnal--
tiny ladybug

winter
heavy snow; freezing cold
frozen flag

the sun sets
skeleton trees cry
crystal tears

evening light
illuminates a path
through the snow

poetry shared
across the shadows
music

moving
in frozen space
alone

the soul
hurling through
frozen space

sunshine
bitter cold
singing birds

bright star
quietly hovers above
thick, dark clouds

running fox
gently tapping bird
daily walk

blood sky

behind lacey

black trees

life in the ruins,
visiting our basement--
good luck frog

up ahead
pushing yesterday's clouds
tiny star

For Father Bell

purpously striding
through unchartered land
towards eternity