• Poetry - Reflections

    A Journey Revisited

    North To the City of Wind The cornfields and windmills quickly disappear Industry Large pipes of liquid gold cross over Freight at double our speed Buildings hide humans within We slow to a crawl as we approach People On the streets Waiting for something to begin Urgency never satisfied South To the State of the Flowers Mountains wave up at us Traveling at inconceivable speed Occasion Dress to impress Everyone you already know Witness a joining of lives Celebration Dance with a stranger Consume decadent dessert Adoption Into a new family More reasons to visit Reality Always changing A life…

  • Poetry

    Frozen Windmills

    Standing watch in the field once green Cloaked in fog Waiting for the winter winds Arms stretched wide, ready for action Tools of the future Patient for their time to shine Marking the separation of power Protectors of the small towns Bringing both delight and despair

  • Reflections

    The First Day of Summer 

    A longing to be free again Away from this blank palette So many weeks of hiding Habits of the dark and cold Recycled air, recycle thoughts Broken by the obligation How long would this last without distraction? And so, I travel across the land Observing the food growing just beside me Only a few to feed the masses The sun beams down onto my skin Pale from the cloudy sky Or cloudy moods Organic is the world I digest To the horizon and beyond Separated by glass and steel Soundproof and windproof Filtered air hits my face Music surrounds me…

  • Poetry - Reflections

    2020

    The ice and snow are all around The wind above all the sound A new year upon us Oh, this is great! Dinner with friends will start at eight More fun poems to describe the season A visit to the city A train ride, I’m giddy Views are spectacular to the horizon As I get closer, my excitement is rising A new opportunity was waiting for me I am now the honoree While learning and teaching A rumor began E-mails confirmed a change was at hand In less than a year our division would vanish Not to worry, they told…