Christmas comes.
We count down all the days;
We shop and shop and plan.
We decorate our place
In glistening lights again,
As Christmas comes.

Christmas comes.
We wrap up gifts, surprises
In boxes, paper, bows;
Anticipation rises
Amidst the candles' glow,
As Christmas comes. 

Christmas comes.
Despite our aspi...

At the eastern edge of the estuary
The Widgeon floats and fishes
While Skimmers swoop and dive,
Piercing the smooth surface of the bay
Like the spines of a crown of thorns
Probing deeply through holy flesh
To purest life-nurturing blood;
And not to be counted out,
The Least Terns do their nightly dance,
Flit...

How arrogant to assume
that I'm free to be me,
that I am master of my fate,
scribe of my destiny.

My pride entices me to think
of my autonomy
as my divine prerogative
instead of enemy.

I did not make myself, have no
responsibility
for my own creation, still
presume that I am free;

but only in submission c...

The quick brown fox of typing fame
Jumps over a lazy dog;
He uses letters as he goes,
All the letters in English prose,
While behaving like a frog.

A childhood game is fox-and-geese
As taught me by my father;
We'd make a circle track in snow
And cutting paths across we'd go
While chasing one another. 

The...

The other day my good friend, Donna, told me of an encounter she had in the post office while waiting in line.  She and another woman in the queue were discussing online shopping and kindle readers, and the other woman mentioned that there was a woman in her neighborhood who gives out books to Trick...

She warmed me while in my bed I nestled,
Not quite a woman, nor a little child,
As fraught with insecurities, I wrestled. 

With soulful eyes and gentle disposition
Her sojourn in our midst was comfort mild;
She offered me her love without condition.

She grew me up, brought solace to my heart,
Through f...

 You made your choice;
         I made my choice.
                    Your choice did
     not make me choose to love
 you less, but if I choose to question
 you about your choice
              and you choose to love
     me less, I still choose to love you.
  I may feel your choice pushes me
 toward another...

I.

The sheets are ironed flat
and warmed in an effort
to make him "as comfortable as possible";
the procedure is routine,
though not his routine, nothing like,
and on the gurney he knows that there is
nothing more that he can do, that nothing
that he's done so far is adequate
to the task ahead.

II.

If su...

Here’s my late contribution of a Halloween poem.  Boo!

Who mourns the grim mortician,
That dour, sour presence?
So humorless, refusing any
Mirth at things unpleasant. 

So trained to keep a somber
Look at death's unpleasantries.
Who cries in his crematorium
While donned in widow's weeds? 

Who grieves fo...

Poet Mary Oliver wrote, “I am not a traveler…I do know the way to the grocery store, and I can get that far.  The simples of our lives:  bread, fruit, vegetables.”

That is me in a nutshell.  I am a micro thinker, living in a macro world.  I am consumed and fascinated by the “simples of our lives.” ...