Minnesota State Fair Time to harvest the fields To many of us Eating is a pretty big deal For now there is fun Before school has begun So let’s joyfully swing To and fro Many come for the food Some come for the rides Some teens come looking for love I remember those times… Now…
(A poet, I am not. But a woman who likes to play with words, that I am.) I feel the mermaid in me reaching for liquid mystery When clear, It reveals tree stump minnow feed …
A dragonfly’s wings are transparent glittery things that always make me think of fairies… First LoveDo not give up your first love for it is forever in your heart in your mind The thing that got you through all things You could not stop even if you tried Who you are What you are Whatever your eye…
That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where — “A Crazed Girl”, William Butler Yeats Soul in division from itself… I can relate. To return to sanity and wholeness I’m digging in dirt, listening to birdsong, and walking. Ahhhh,…
Not so pretty Supple and lithe A boney bump And scar Horse accidents Gardening Snow shoveling Music These hands haveEarned their keep They loveMugs of hot coffeeCold bottles of beerAnd digging in the dirt Oh, the friends they’ve made!These hands of mine Rubber grips for opening stubborn jars And magnetic necklace clasps But they continue to…
I cannot know what this time, this circumstance, a loss, a gain is going to mean to the entirety of my life. Why do I waste so much time resisting my circumstances instead of looking with eyes that see neither negative or positive but just go ahead and live each moment as though it is…
