the fierceness
of the calla lily
I wonder
when I might die
but we could use the rain….
portable radio, bike helmets
quilts & pillows: our basement nook
spring storm passes us by
Old Glory
Book Spine Poetry: iii.
betrayed
their truth calls them out
I see it more and more each day
it saddens but informs me
Book Spine Poetry: ii.
welcome relief from a long, cold winter & the frigid, howling winds of isolation
sunshine—
the promise of spring
you are a balm
for my soul!
cable tv
winter’s lingering
frigid gusts
The Perfect Storm
so apropos
Book Spine Poetry: i.
basement rock star
steely vibes
husband fiddles
with his guitar
A Sawyer's Daughter 
Chit Chat