sheets smoothed flat

spread folded, shams orderly

jammies tucked beneath the pillow

morning peers through every window

morning sun lies on spring’s lush grass

its shine calms, comforts my heart,

yesterday’s doubts & fears — all fly away

two hours of writing, reading

then writing some more

a wide-eyed, crazy, wild ride

my literary late, late night

toast with honey

a few poems

hot cinnamon spice tea

for the kill

My poem, the lookout, was published today in the Spring 2025 online issue of confetti, Westchester Writers Workshop Magazine.

I wrote this poem originally in response to an ekphrastic challenge by Wee Sparrow Poetry Press. It did not win but was featured in their newsletter.

Thanks!

wintering docks

wait on dry land

eager to soak

bedridden, aching feet

spring cleanup—

items we couldn’t live without,

we’re about to live without

still-vibrant red tulips,

lovely heads bowing in the wind—

yet, not long for this world