The Boy (a Petrarchan Sonnet)

***This is a sonnet in the form of ABBA ABBA CDECDE*** When King Herod called the money changer To count all the people across the land From Galilee Sea to Bethlehem sand Baby boys were born in extreme danger. Wisemen came from distant countries stranger While sleeping lowly shepherds took a stand When an angelContinue reading “The Boy (a Petrarchan Sonnet)”

Drawing Down Winter

Drawing down winter brings in the cold… from outside to inside, then into my bones. Arthritis flares up and makes me feel old, drawing down winter brings in the cold. To rid us of snow, I need to get bold, icy wind blows as I scrape down to stones. Drawing down winter brings in theContinue reading “Drawing Down Winter”

Autumn (a Poem)

Apples, red and green, spilling from the trees. Pulling pumpkins from the garden, everything’s deceased. Spices wafting up from pie, cobblers dripping oats, fruity cider with cinnamon, hot drinks begin to flow. Football games outdoors require hoods and fleece. Watch the breath mist out, squeezing hands up long sleeves. Smoke billows from houses as fireplacesContinue reading “Autumn (a Poem)”


The sweet leather smell, brings dreams to my mind of treasures and islands, and love so divine. Remembering Austen, Bronte, Dickens, Carroll and Suess Their words were so focused, their stories, bits of truth. Society lies. Current styles are just snippets in time. Ugly, silly, dark stormy nights, humanity grieves and repeats the lies. OverContinue reading “Books”

“This Land is Your Land” etc.

I recently did a writing exercise in my writers’ group that called for us to add verses to the song by Woodie Guthrie. Here’s my additions to the age old song – remember to sing as it’s just a bit of fun: Riding down river, tubing Mississippi The golden sunlight peeked through the leaves ItContinue reading ““This Land is Your Land” etc.”