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.