Where You Stand

 

Written during a time of strong winds, earlier this month:

Where You Stand

Second to Last

 

As the end of the year draws near, I'm posting a poem I wrote in April 2018. It seems a propos.

Second to Last

Long Night Moon

 

Much to see as I gazed out to the west yesterday in the early hours.

Long Night Moon

Winter Shades of Pale

 

Strength dwells in surprising places where we might not think of looking for it. 

Winter Shades of Pale

If the Body Is Sacred

 

Thanks to Rosemerry Trommer (wordwoman.com) for the Ordinary Sacred: Writing Into Being retreat, facilitated by Marcia Eames-Sheavly, of the Center for Courage and Renewal, and for the prompt that allowed me to write this poem.

If the Body is Sacred

Jesus at the Well

 

Jesus and I just hate it when the diner just off the interstate is closed for any reason.

Jesus at the Well

Obscure Onset

 

It finally came to our lakeside microclimate: a first snow. Some of you have already experienced this, to an uncomfortable degree, perhaps, but have you written your first snow poem for the season? I highly recommend the practice, which I first heard about from Liz Rosenberg (with many thanks!). Click below to listen to mine for 2024.

Obscure Onset