My Pencil
Unheard, my pencil fell to the ground,
Full of the words I thought I’d write.
A Fall from Grace
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For many years she wandered
A queen without a crown
Looking up to others
Who she thought were looking down.
Winter Blues
In Minnesota, we say there are two seasons ‐
Winter's Coming and Winter's Here.
Labyrinth
He twisted her and turned her round,
Led her deep into the maze.
Until no trace of home was found.
She circled, wandering in a daze
Is There a Word?
My Mentor
Happy Valentines day to all my visitors and especially to my mentor, my best friend, my husband Ed.
Boone
15
double date
starlit night
back seat
blackberry brandy.
Apple Tree Tale
A lthough he wasn’t Johnny Appleseed
He climbed an apple tree for me.
A slip of foot, tossed him to sky
And we both found he could not fly
Telling the Tale of Sound
Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words —
