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Through Winter Windows

Trace of footfalls
pierce glistening white,
tokens of travellers.
Bygone origins,
trivial destinations.
Blinding reflections as
icy air sneaks through
unseen fissures.
Warmth beckons
and beauty is abandoned.
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The Calendar

In the early morning fog, the formation of geese rises above the Mississippi River taking wing amidst their rhythmic calls of navigation. The wind whispers among the trees. The lush green of the dancing leaves has given way to a pallet of reds, yellows and oranges. In the field, the pumpkin vines are withering as the fruit ripens full and round. On the wall of the garage the anger of the thermometer has been assuaged by the cool breeze. I sit at my desk, glancing at the calendar in a moment of confusion. August 21?


Faded pages whisper of the woman who bore me. They whisper her heart, her dreams, her cares. I read and strain and caress the whispers.


Among the dusty musty stalls
they sit.
Once mighty
oak, pine, maple.
hand joined,
hand shined.
Beyond my will
my fingers
caress the grain.
still full of life.
Made to contain possessions
now harboring history
to be used again.

Smiles in the Dark

When wandering through the childhood recollections that populate the archives of my memories, I am astounded at the variety. Some memories are precious and cherished. Others are traumatic and painful. All of them unite and create the unique me. I cannot embrace the pleasant experiences and renounce the grievous episodes for it is only together that they complete my life.

Far back nestled in the shadowy corners of my memory, I am still a three-year-old little girl in my great-grandfather’s farmhouse. If you sat me down today in the middle of the house, I probably would not recognize the walls or the rooms or the layout but I know I would still feel the house.

My mind sees shadows. I do not know if that is because the house was shadowy. Maybe other memories have darkened this one or maybe my little-girl self was just lost in the shadows of the adults.

My parents, my younger brother and I had just come from Germany where the U.S. Air Force had stationed my dad and Jimmy and I were born. We …

A Lady Bug Reminder

A ladybug alighted alone on the sand.
A heavy heart wandered nearby.
The clean tide-washed sand stretched toward the sea;
Alone, the ladybug and me.
A gentle whisper in my hearts ear
Came as I studied the bug.
“I made and care for the little bug red,
Do I less for you?” He said.
Reminded again of Creator’s kind care
My spirit eased of its strain.
The ladybug mounted aloft on the wind
Her destination afar.
The cumbersome burden my human heart bore
Lifted with her toward the shore.