Santa had filled our stockings just like he said he would. I was nearly finished opening them when I saw one final package for me. It was a bit heavy for such a small package, too. Once again, I had a burst of renewed energy and got excited with the anticipation of something that I would love to get from Santa. As I ripped the red shiny paper off the gift, my hopes turned to despair.Continue reading →
Garden Songs, are little poems inspired by Lynda’s garden experiences. today’s poem was written in 2017.Continue reading →
we now have a very early twilight and night descending. By 5:30 pm, it’s dark! It makes no sense to me to do this time change – we still get up in the dark, and now, we have one less hour in our afternoon before it gets dark. In my writing over the decades, darkness is a recurring theme. I focus on dark and darkness a lot in all seasons and it is a metaphor that shows up consistently in my poetry often.
I wrote this poem about drawing one night when I was in my room at a farm house, Bachmannhof , in Grödig, Austria. I lived there every summer for fourteen years.Continue reading →