Poetry
Autumn Seventeen {a #poem}
When did the hills gather this golden?yesterday's horizonsturn amber in waves?I slept with green outsidemy window and woke to topaz, russet, moving yellow, mellow against the sky.-Jody Collins c. 2017 …
September {a #poem}
65 is Just a Number {a #poem}
There is no statute of limitations on vision.My old eyes register a darting messenger ofGod's blatant, creative joy. Watch the wingedcreation hover in a web of air.Spy a sleuthing intrudersnap-tapping its wayacross the wood, tunnelingaway and down …
A Prayer for America {a #poem}
I wish I could collect the light, landing its shadows on this page as it creeps ever brighter through the gray. Pour it out to wash my heart, salve the wound of this present heaviness, the sighs that never end.Hold it lightly aloft, …
Inventory
Lavender linaria spikes upward,miniature clouds stalk-perched as they reach for the sky.Hummingbirds crowd-feed in the waning afternoon sun.Carnations, red as a fresh-cut thumb, wave divine perfume from ruffled taffeta on gray-green …
Silence Ascends, Sunday
There's a lot one can say about the power of being quiet (yes, I see the irony).When listening forefronts the mind other senses muscle their way into place (the ears above all) take in the not-words simply song, hum and …
Home-A Poem in Three Parts
Beginning Years and miles evaporate like the morning's ocean fog where the strong, bright gleam of friendship holds true. Holds true like trees that have weathered decades of sun as we weathered our own wearying waves of life, lapping at the …
