Dreams My husband told me he had a dream that he was running like the wind. Oh, yes. I know just the one. I, too, dream of running fast, of singing like a bird at dawn, of writing like a stream in spr...Read More
Glow The house stands dark, somber, bone chilling in the winter gloom. The beat of the clock echoes in the emptiness. Then, the sound of footfall crunching through snow, a creak on the stairs, key in ...Read More
Rhythm of the Sea It took a day and night to arrive in Ireland by plane. My spirit, however, lagged behind, gliding slowly over land and ocean. It was carried in by the tide to the Antrim Coast where ...Read More
Your Gift In this cold, bleak season, the cover of green long gone, all kinds of messiness is exposed. The world looks stark, turning thoughts to gray. Then, one, small, lovely thing breaks through th...Read More
December by Gary Johnson A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves, And also the partridge in a pear tree And the golden rings and the turtle doves. ...Read More
Expansion and Contraction In the beginning, I lived in a womb. That is how small my world once was. When I stretched that place to its limit, I was born. My world has been an expanding circle ever sin...Read More
Sorrow Old sorrows waken at new sorrow’s birth. Forgotten losses stir their weary heads, As disenchantments sigh and shift their girth. Each death emerges from its settled bed. They come from hiding...Read More
Note to a Young Parent Despite the vastness of your love, you, too, will undoubtedly encounter a particular brokenness in yourself so deep that you cannot traverse it, even for your children’s s...Read More
Questions About Place Can you ever really know a place? You show up, dwell in it for a short time or long, but you never know its whole history. What happened here before- a day ago, a decade, a centu...Read More
Thank You, Dear Body Thank you, dear body, for embracing my spirit so steadfastly, for the unfaltering rhythm of breath and heartbeat all these many years. Thank you, dear body, for drawing all you ne...Read More
Tree of Plenty Pushing my basket up one row, down the next, hesitating occasionally to pluck crisp apples from a bin, gather cans of beans, choose fresh bread from an endless selection while strangers...Read More
What is a Poem? You know that feeling when you’ve got too much to do and you can’t imagine how you are going to pack it all in so to calm yourself, you count ahead to the next quiet day, which doe...Read More
Breath In and out, in and out, in and out. In and out, tree and me, we breathe one another. Lung to leaf, she inhales my breath to build her body. Bronchioles branch, delivering her gift to all my cel...Read More
Bargaining with God Most offers have to do with the sacrifice I am willing to make if God will just alleviate pain and heartache- especially my children’s. In almost every terrible situation, I reso...Read More
Night Sounds Long after midnight I wake to the sounds Of the world carrying on In my absence. A siren pierces the darkness, Aroused by another’s adversity- A heart suddenly silent, A home embraced b...Read More
Reminiscing As their colors begin to turn, each day a little more brown and yellow and red, the trees seem to be reminiscing. “Remember?” they say to each other on the cool wind. “Remember May a...Read More
Blueberries Opaque gray-blue, polished purple-black, they are hidden in clear view along the rocky mountain path. I savor the complexity of tastes stored within their tough skins. Sweet and spicy, the...Read More
House I like this house When it is quiet, When I have time To sit and think. I think of this house As a place that has breathed us In and out all these years, A silent witness to our days. Tender swee...Read More
Dinnertimes Remember when we were all together, crowded around the dining room table or along those two benches on the porch? Elbow to sweaty elbow, we were so embedded in love, we didn’t know yet t...Read More
I had another poem ready to publish today, but in light of the events in Charlotteville this weekend, I just felt like I wanted to think on this one a little bit. It is one of my favorites. When the b...Read More
Months The months fly past, each with its own essence, its own meanings and memories gathered from all the years on this journey around and around the sun. I say good-bye to a month and in no time at ...Read More