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NaPoWriMo April 14: One Path

One path opensout of the shady woods to sunlight,just one path. No turningfrom this well-travelled road.Green ahead promises a light-filled tomorrow;let's walk together,your hand in mine.Image by jplenio on Pixabay

NaPoWriMo April 13: No fret . . .

No fret. I'll getbetter every day. Even whenthe news splatters despair into each day.When did we get so violent? Was it truly Covid, thatenforced stay-at-home led us to want to break out,break in, break down, break up?I'd rather see a big brake on it all.In fact, a confession. I don't watch the news anymore.Can I stop what others do?Not really. Not even to pick up the piecesof broken lives or to

NaPoWriMo April 12: Geezer Poetry

These two old guys were hanging out;their wives in the kitchen. One old guy says to the other: "We had the most amazingdinner last night." And he went on and on, and on.Finally, the other old guy said, "Come on.Tell me the name of that restaurant."The first old guy stares at the ceiling."You know that beautiful flower,all red. It has thorns, you know?""Yeah, I know. You mean a rose?""Right. Hey,

NaPoWriMo April 11: Beginnings

Sometimes a poem begins with a memory,looking within; perhaps a half-forgotten wordechoes and connects. We might be out for a walk,and somehow, just the way the trees lift to the sky,or a song sparrow hops in the field nearby,or the touch of your hand on mine,makes me want to hold this moment longer.Walking at the beach, Corpus Christi, Texas (2016)

NaPoWriMo April 10: On traveling

 Grand Canyon by Alex Williams on PixabayI remember hiking along the rim of the Grand Canyon,marveling at the colors, rich red, layers of blue,wondering who saw this place first,and what they thought,whether they were hungry or lost,or dazed by this beauty.I still want to see everything in our world and yet,we tend to stay in one place now, travel paths well-knownand close to home. I am thankful

NaPoWrMo April 9: Spring

Today's walk took us past that small flowerbednow rich with purple crocuses. Tight buds of daffodilsand hyacinths poke through the earth, a promise of spring.Already, those first flowers, delicate snowdrops, have started to droop.Well bundled against the cold, we walk all the way up the hill on a wide path, farmer's fields of mown grass dotted with a small cluster of occasionalCanada geese. And

NaNoPoMo April 9: Spring

Today's walk took us past that small flowerbednow rich with purple crocuses. Tight buds of daffodilsand hyacinths poke through the earth, a promise of spring.Already, those first flowers, delicate snowdrops, have started to droop.Well bundled against the cold, we walk all the way up the hill on a wide path, farmer's fields of mown grass dotted with a small cluster of occasionalCanada geese. And

NaPoWriMo April 8: Reassurance

 First cherry tree in my neighborhoodI'm waiting for the first cherry blossoms to bloom, for snow came in late March this year. Each day,I see those few early signs of spring, small buds poking out from frozen soil, well mulched. Red-winged blackbirds,song sparrows, even robins and finches have returned.Canada geese are making their way north.I'm more than ready to pack my sweaters away,knowing

NaPoWriMo April 7: On Making Lists

When evening winds to darkest day,what accounting do we face for what is doneand what remains? Do you keep a list?Mark each item off? Do you ever wonderwhat happens to those must-do-today action stepsthat somehow vanish? I'd like to think,perhaps just for today, someone else is keeping track.I''d rather see again the first tiny snowdrops andthose rich purple crocus buds lifting to the sun.All

NaPoWriMo April 7:

When evening winds to darkest day,what accounting do we face for what is doneand what remains? Do you keep a list?Mark each item off? Do you ever wonderwhat happens to those must-do-today action stepsthat somehow vanish? I'd like to think,perhaps just for today, someone else is keeping track.I''d rather see again the first tiny snowdrops andthose rich purple crocus buds lifting to the sun.All