a bridge

WHEN does a poem become a
poem?
A thought sprinkled in the
mind
or words written on paper?

Until I share my story –
expressing my grief . . .
Please do not take away my pen
and ink
For each word I write until
my last, from the ink well of
tears I will write of
my past . .

.
POETRY truly is a bridge
between myself and the
rest of myself!




Springing forward

This SUNDAY Morning . . .

Our clocks spring forward
Causing confusion and lack
of sleep . . .

BUT nature doesn’t seem
To care with her intuitive mind

THE birds don’t notice
rising at the same hour every day
taking their flight
AND the primrose still waits for
the early morning slant of light
THE sun still shines as she
circles the earth since time
began
AND with the wink of her eye –
Laughing at the silliness of man! 😉

beggars

Following words are Selective Verses
From my Poem ‘The Purpose of a Tree’ Posted 1-13-26

. . . AND one day walking by
A flutter of wings by me fly
And to my surprise upon
A limb some caring one hung
A feeder of seed and bread . . .

– Yellow birds
– Black birds
– Red and white ones as well
–
All are fellows dining as
One
And I wondered why we
Do not do as them?


“Are we not beggars telling
Other beggars where to find
Bread?”
Quote Martin Luther

hope

HOPE is the thing I hoped
For most
Of which I could not see
Like a bird perched upn a
Tree
Just when I thought I caught
It, it hopped away from me
AND then I heard a song
And supposed I caught a
Tune
When the wind snatched a
Flower hiding from the sun

FOR hope I must wait again
Till it knocks upon my door!

the plight of the lily

ONE day we will understand
what our minds here failed
to comprehend

HOW each grain of sand
holds an ocean full of water


HOW the sky is tightly
fastened between earth and
heaven


AND yet of all these things
so high and mighty
I sometimes fear

THEN I am reminded
in spite of mans cruel hate
the flight of the bird never
hesitates


AND from a long winter’s night
the plight of the lily still
struggles in her search for light

AND when in my darkness
for lack of sun

IN time LIGHT will surely come!



snow moon

February 1, 2026💙

LAST night a lamp within
The sky


A moon of silvery white

With her numbered hands
The hour strikes just in time

UPON the earth below
Snowflakes fall upon the ice

THE stars sing and smile

A magical wonderland before
Their eyes

IN just a few days or two our

‘SNOW MOON’

Will bring a lovely Valentine
for you!💚