Tuesday, October 4, 2016



I'm overwhelmed
by my list of things to do.
Instead of doing more,
I need to escape,
relax, unwind, renew.

I need to find respite
in nature's soothing balm.
I need to stroll in the garden
and check on the mums.
Let the cool breeze make me calm.

I need to listen to seed pods rattle
and leaves rustle in the air.
I need to hear squirrels chatter
and blue jays shriek
as they issue each other a dare.

I need to feel the sun
warm on my skin.
I need fresh air to breathe,
 releasing the stress, 
stopping the spin.

I need to center my thoughts 
on the yellow begonias
and the flitting honey bees.
I need to sit and spend some time
in the shade of the maple trees.

I need to watch the clouds
drift by in the sky.
I need to clear my mind
and set free my spirit
before I give life's chores another try.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Facebook Frenzy

Facebook Frenzy

I'll be ready in a second. Just hang on.

Just let me check my Facebook. It won't take long.

I need to see what my friends have to say.

I have to see what they're up to today.

Oh look! A dog chasing a squirrel around a tree,

and I love these giggling babies--they make me so happy.

Here's a picture of my dear Aunt Nell.

It's good to see she's doing so well.

Don't leave without me. Be patient and wait.

Don't worry. It's fine. We won't be late.

Politics, politics. Scrolling through all of that!

Haha! Another video of a funny cat.

Oh dear. Fred's in the hospital. Shirley's asking for prayers.

Show-off Cheryl. Posting vacation photos AGAIN. Putting on airs.

How pretty! Sunsets, butterflies, and a sunny beach.

It's nice to be in touch with those who are out of reach.

Yes, I heard you! I'll be right there!

 Let me take this quiz and watch this dancer in Times Square.

Look here. There's breaking news. Someone's been shot!

The weather alert says we better get ready, it's going to be hot!

Facebook has something for everyone.

Friends and family and games just for fun.

There are fancy quotes about gratitude.

And angry people with an attitude.

Selfies, selfies, selfies galore.

Doesn't anyone take pictures of other people anymore?

I have just a bit more to do.

Let me share this post, and like that one, and write a comment, or two.

Good grief! I'm coming. You don't have to moan.

See I'm closing my laptop. I'm ready to go.

Just give me a moment while I grab my phone!

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Night Sky

Night Sky

I miss the vast night sky 
of my youth:
a canopy of endless black silk, 
pierced by the tiny beams 
of a million stars.

When I was a child,
in the flat lands of Ohio farm country,
stargazing was as easy as breathing.
Spread a blanket over the dewy grass,
lie down, and look up.

In this rust belt city, 
there are too many buildings and trees.
Garish, glaring city lights 
drown the glow from the stars,
crowd out their soft sparkle, 
render them invisible.
Stargazing does not exist in the city. 

In my youth, stargazing calmed my spirit,
centered my soul, and gave me hope.
The symphony of the night
was a soothing serenade,
a soft mix of silence and sweet serenity.

I wish I could look at the stars with you again.
If I had a second chance, 
I would linger there,
bask in the moment with you,
and resist the call 
to come in from the night.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Location! Location! Location!

Location! Location! Location!

Are you buying a house?

From shacks to mansions
and everything in-between,
this poem will help you figure out 
what those "House for Sale" ads really mean.

"Cute and cozy" means postage-stamp size.
A "fixer-upper" means it's a sight for sore eyes.
"Waiting for your own decorating style"
means making it livable is going to take a while.

"Newly painted" means purple and orange from ceiling to floor.
"Inviting" means there are no locks on the front door.
"Quiet neighbors" means it is next to a cemetery.
"A backyard garden" means lots of weeding will be necessary.

"Quaint" means shag carpeting from 1972.
"A river view" means buying flood insurance
is something you'll have to do.
"Spacious" means high ceilings and high heating bills.
"Historic" means old plumbing, no air conditioning, 
and windows painted shut to their window sills.

So, before you sign on the dotted line.
Take my advice and inspect that house well.
You might be surprised by a thing or two,
because there's a lot more to a house
than what those real estate ads will tell.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Swimming Evolution

Swimming Evolution

As a child I swam 
with my brother and sister 
at the city pool.
It was our
summer vacation way
to keep cool.
At one o'clock
the gate would open.
The kids would file in.
Towels were spread out
on a patch of grass,
and the fun would begin.

We splashed, 
we swam, we played tag,
and we raced for plastic rings.
We dove 
for marbles, pennies,
and other shiny things.

At the top of the hour
the lifeguards 
would all blow their whistles loud.
We scrambled out of the water 
and to the snack bar,
trying to beat the crowd.

During the break, we dined like kings
on frozen candy bars
and potato chips.
We never once worried
that what crossed our lips
would pad our hips.

Now, when I swim,
it's in the pool
in my own back yard. 
I can swim any time I want.
I don't need a lifeguard
or a membership card.

But I dog paddle like an old lady--
partly floating on a pool noodle
to keep my head high,
because I want to leave my glasses on
so I can see,
and I want to keep my hair dry.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Callie's Sunny Day

This is a children's story poem that I wrote based on memories I have of kittens we had as pets when I was a little girl. It was also inspired by the beautiful, sunny weather we have been enjoying the past few days. Happy 4th of July weekend, everyone!

Callie's Sunny Day

Nosing through the grass
with kitten whiskers tinged in dew,
Callie the calico stepped lightly
where the dandelions grew.

The fluffy, white seeds tickled her nose
causing her to blink and sneeze.
The seeds floated away in the air
drifting on a warm, summer's breeze.

Callie saw Missus in the garden
picking lima pods into her basket of beans.
Callie purred and climbed into the basket.
Missus carried her along to pick some salad greens.

A beetle crawling through the dirt
caught Callie's curious eye.
She wiggled her backside ready to pounce,
until she saw a butterfly!

Callie jumped out of the basket
in excited pursuit of the butterfly.
It fluttered higher just out of her reach
and away and above into the summer sky.

The sun was warm on Callie's fur.
She settled beneath the pea vines for a nap.
There she purred and slept peacefully...
until her brother George, a ginger cat, tumbled into her lap.

She chased George a short way up a tree trunk
and then she bounded away.
She had too little time and too much to do
to be bothered with George on this sunny, summer's day.

A bird chirped at Callie
scolding her from high up in a tree.
Mighty Callie switched her tail and chattered,
"I see you bird. You better watch out for ME!"

Callie spent the day as kittens do:
chasing leaves and dodging little people feet.
She listened to the buzz of a bumblebee
and snuggled up to Mama Cat, warm and sweet.

She daintily stepped around a puddle.
She hid behind the tall grass--ready to stalk
a wee green and brown grasshopper
who was out for his daily walk.

The grasshopper got away,
but Callie didn't seem to mind.
For a calico kitten on a sunny, summer's day,
there is always another adventure to find.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Sounds of Summer

Sounds of Summer 

Do you hear the ice cream truck's rinky-tink jingle,

the electric fans whirring up a breeze,

and the splash from a backyard pool?

Looking up, the sun's so bright, it makes me sneeze.

The "ffft, ffft, ffft" of the yard sprinkler

is keeping the grass green.

A lazy fly buzzes in the window,

bumping up against the screen.

A motorcycle roars by and, for a moment,

drowns out the robin's song.

It's another reminder to take delight in the day.

Summer is fleeting. It won't be staying long.