Poetry

 

My poems reflect a sense of wonder as I observe the beauty and mystery of nature.

I love walking in the woods, especially in the mountains. As I walk, I take time to discover. On morning walks near my North Carolina home, I watch leaves, flowers, birds, and bunnies. I also listen and feel the rhythms around me. Then I write poems.

My poems are short–sometimes just a focused glimpse, like the view through a camera’s lens. The closer the focus, the more I see. First, I jot down ideas soon so I don’t forget them. Then I shape and reshape the poem as I listen to the sounds of words together, the rhythms, the flow. I look at the shape of the poem, too, as I try to capture an image.

Although I listen closely to the sounds of words together and use words that rhyme, most of my poems are free verse.

BLUETS

On fragile
threads
bluets stand
just tall enough
to let the wind
barely brush
each tiny,
blue-starred
face.

WINGS

An artist’s palette
on wings
takes dancing flight
among the meadow flowers.
With airy grace
it flits and flies
as if its task
were lighter
than
a song.

  SPRING MUSIC

Linger
on the shaded path.
Hush.
Hear
the fiddleheads
unfolding
spring.