Poetry

On a Monday morning At 11:33 am I walk in the cool of early March Phone in a pocket, earbud in my ear It's a quiet street, a quiet...

(From my original Blogspot) Something unnameable Is executed by nature In March. The air is fresh, lightly warmed, Holding yet a crisp...

I love books SO much that I sat and wrote a poem today about my deep affection: Today, dashing in the library for a quick errand, I was...

(From my original Blogspot) Dear God, In my bounties In my comforts I see thy face And feelings flow with gratitude For my bounties For...