Saturday After Thanksgiving: Christmas Tree Hunting

Winter recedes from 

Late November each passing 

Year, slush in its wake. 

Lost my phone all evening

I sent myself one

Hundred and six messages 

from mom's iPad, ha.

A Prayer

May the day come when 

All work together for love 

And community ties. 

No Need to Wait

I am alive, I 

Remembered this grey twilight. 

I don't have to ask. 

Perspectives 2/2

Wandering about

No direction day. 

Sudden flurry, cancelled plans. 

Went well anyway. 

Sledding cabin road

Shfftt, fast over the snow.

Baby's first time. Favorite

Pastime of mine. 

Perspectives 1/2

A serie of twenty-two photographs taken on my iPhone. A challenge to myself while I was waiting for my ride: photograph as many obscure, unseen surfaces as I could think of. 

Cleanse my Heart and Mind

This poetry is 

Meant for quiet reflection.

Not inflicted rain. 

Too often, I weave 

Melancholy in its limbs, 

Glorifying pain. 

Mental

Hollow throated thirst. 

Clear slated sky. Images 

Superimposed mind.