Iowa Winter

Swishing though fresh dry powder my heart leaps at the roaring silence of oak trees as I brush by their trunks Suddenly—I’m startled by...

Christmas 1960

Damp heavy darkness surrounds us as we rush toward grandma’s back door Throwing it open we are blanketed with hugs and kisses in the...

Dec 24 1985 Iowa

My living room window displays icicles gently dangling A morning fog shrouds all outdoors hiding a crystalized wonderland exposed only...

Winter Solstice

(with tribute to Joni Mitchell) Wish i had a river to skate away on with ankles strong enough to carry me miles Where snow drifts high as...