iowa christmas

rear window

snowstorm

this poem wasn't supposed to be about my dad

The
snow
began
wet,
heavy
snow
that
caused
branches
to
shake
themselves
of
the
heavy
coat
you
were
supposed
to
come
and
ground
me
once
again
as
you
always
do
but
the
storm
tracked
exactly
where
you
needed
to
travel
before
you
and
held
you
at
bay
this
all
came
to
me
as
i
stood
in
a
century-
old
theatre
surrounded
by
people
i
didn't
know
and
music
drifted
from
the
mouth
of
a
hapless
artisit
whom,
of
course,
sang
lyrics
that
connected
of
drifting
days
with
you
guiding
my
path
and
you
were
here
after
all
and
the
snow
continued
to
fall
with
power
lines
snapping
and
balls
of
snow
collecting
on
the
roof
and
gravity
sends
them
cascading
with
a
thump
and
a
jump
from
me
like
a
cat
being
startled
by
energy
in
a
room
and
there
you
were.

the fall let beautiful things happen

harvest moon

how
wonderful
it
is
to
be
surprised
the
skies
opened
up
last
night
thunder
booming
lightning
flashing
and
the
rain
came
down
in
a
torrent
the
harvest
moon
showing
brightly
and
i
ran
through
it
clothes
drenched
and
weighing
heavy
as
i
sat
on
the
kitchen
floor
and
my
heart
smiled.

take five

it
is
not
uncommon,
on
days
such
as
these
especially,
to
hear
a
child
practing
their
instruments
outside.
Having
taxed
their
families
with
squeeky
scales.
But
the
day
was
oddly
gorgeous
in
it's
unseasonably
warm
tempertures
and
leaves
twinkling
oranges,
reds,
yellows.
So,
to
hear
Take
Five
drifting
on
those
warm
drafts
made
my
heart
soar.

The double harvest moon

shown
brightly
as
the
autumnal
equinox
passed.
But
the
date
was
a
mere
number.
Autumn
was
already
about...

the summer sang out...

with gladiolus, and simmering beets, and mounds of tomatoes....

and it all came tumbling down

There
you are-
sitting
on
your
wall-
not
expecting
that
the
world
that
so
comfortably
caressed
you
would
suddenly
take
different
turns.
The
souls
around
you
that
have
nourished
you,
your
well
being,
your
love,
have
all
shifted.
And
you
are
left
with
the
terrifying
thought
of,
perhaps,
this
time,
it
can't
be
put
back
together
again.

summer moon

summer moon

summer of content

He
said,
"Look
at
the
lotus
blossoms
in
the
distance.
All
along
the
horizon."
And
I
caught
their
shimmering
in
my
eyesight
as
I
turned
myself
around;
from
floating
on
my
back,
in
spring
filled
velvet,
as
the
summer's
sun
warmed
my
bones.
"They
look
like
a
city
glimmering
in
the
night,"
he
said.
And
they
did.

summer breath and repeat

Midwest Summer Thunderstorm

to see

What an
opportunity
it
is
to
see
change.
Up until now
i had
just become
awash
in
it.
This
time
i
was
afforded
the
chance
to
see
it
as
it
unfolded.
I
still
am
in
that.
The
exciting
bit
of
it
all
is
to
see
where
it
will
lead.

beatbox

how
curious
of
a
thing
it
is
when
your
rhythmn
matches
that
of
another.
And
the
threatening
skies
blew
wind
that
you
danced
along
the
day
upon.

turn, turn, turn

The
spring
was
a
glorious
one.
Warm
weather
lingered.
And
rain
brought
lush
green.
And
everything
was
singing.
What
a
perfect
prelude
to
summer's
welcoming.
How
curiuos
it
is
that
when
one
is
redirected
the
discoveries,
which
lied
there
all
along,
open
themselves
up
to
refreshed
eyes.
And
your
heart
soars.
And
a
fresh
breeze
awakens
silent
happiness.

bleeding heart

Ms G (in preparation of your journey)

You
fit in
the palm
of my hand
and
always
wiggled
your
little
butt
You
first
were
nicknamed
lil'
bean
burrito
And
soon
would
be
known
as
Ms G
or
G girl
or
simply
G
You
filled
so
many
hearts
with
your
gentle
spirit
Such
a
sweet
girl
You
will
be
missed
But
time
comes
Legs
no
longer
working
You
embarass
with
each
accident
You
spasm
at
night
And
breath
is
weakened
And
you
are
tired
So
tired
Be
well
my
gentle
little
spirit
Thanks
for
the
lessons
and
the
love.

blood root

butter lamb

happy easter

untitled

when
love
fits
like
an
old
glove
everything
else
falls
away.

the sun's intensity has grown

Somewhere
in
between
searching
as
to
how
I
was
going
to
hold
on
and
continue
and
grow
a
caring
soul
stepped
in
and
said
he
was
willing
to
help
me
find
the
way.
And
he
has.
And
spring
pronounced
herself
in
dripping
snow,
and
chirping
birds,
and
promise.

The World Seems Akimbo

The
world
has
seemed
off
kilter
lately.
Cascading
into
change.
I
notice
the
intensity
of
the
sun
gaining
momentum.
And
realize
it
is
just
resetting
itself.
That,
while
in
the
midst
of
Greta
struggeling
to
gain
her
footing,
and
friends
facing
new
beginnings
and
finding
it
hard
to
see
that
the
past
needs
to
be
left
behind;
myself
included,
that
there
is
always
a
place
for
resilience.
Accupuncture
will
deliver
footsteps,
and
friend's
laughter
will
always
make
one
full,
and
the
beauty
of
sharing
that
energy
awakens
said
resilience.
To
move
forward.
To
awaken
refreshed.
To
journey.

in the search for solice

the sound of a water jar
cracking on this icy night
as i lie awake

author anonymous

light

There
are
dwarf
daffodils,
forced
to
bud,
blooming
on
my
kitchen
table.
They
are
the
first
thing
I
see
when
I
come
home.
They
make
me
smile.
Meanwhile,
the
world
spins
in
a
peculiar
way.
I
find
my
balance
uneasy
these
days.
Passions
cut,
earthquakes
shaking
beings
to
the
core,
and
an
unsteady
ground
beneath
us
all
opens
up.
I
look
outside
and
notice
rain
falling
and
freezing
on
weather
worn
pavement
and
worry
about
my
footing.
The
daffodils
fill
the
kithen
with
their
heady
scent.
Their
yellow
faces
beaming.

and warmth came

winter is silent

the sun glowed, snow crunched under feet, the cold gripped

christmas passed, the wind blew, and home called