Category: poetry


“I wish your mother could see those windchimes,” my father said, looking at the green butterflies and brass bells. Their gentle tinkle was beyond his hearing like my mother was beyond … I don’t know. Beyond the day when he could repay for late… Continue Reading “Windchimes”


I have a little troll who likes to visit me; The pleasure that he gets from it is more than I can see. He crawls out nearly monthly, from underneath his rock, And writes a little comment full of unkind ugly talk. I’ve tried to… Continue Reading “Trolls”


In a hurry this morning — but don’t want to fall behind in my A to Z postings. A ditty has been running through my head since accompanying my father for his echocardiogram. The screen looked similar to ones I knew from pregnancy ultrasounds, but… Continue Reading “Heart”

Cold Morning

i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the glittering icy brilliance of snow and the pink-streaked watercolor dawn; for the bare branches of trees whose tiniest twigs point upward, upward, upward, reminding me there is more. thank you for the take-my-breath-away… Continue Reading “Cold Morning”

Hey Canada – Aboot some of your words….

There are strange things said, or at least so I’ve read, By the neighbors up north of  U. S. It’s more than just “-eh”. What I’m trying to say Is there’s lingo I need to address. They have one dollar loonies and two dollar… Continue Reading “Hey Canada – Aboot some of your words….”