forgot

Forgot about blog,
Time for a fresh poem now.
We'll see if this sticks.

guerillas

No deadly weapons;
Armed with a bright ball of yarn,
Making art not war.


[knitted and crocheted bus bench cozies in front of Palio's in Ladd Circle]

Snow

Nineteen lost poems,
Political turmoil,
Can we be happy?

[book review of Orhan Pamuk's novel.]

Spring Cleaning

Rain keeps me indoors,
Sorting, scrubbing, and planting,
Time for a fresh start.

out of their element

Flown in from Chile,
Plums on display at the store,
Longing for summer.

Seedlings

I'll grow tomatoes.
Husband eats them like candy,
Summertime sweetness.

sick day

Husband caught the flu
So nice of him to share it
Care for each other.