While packing life away again I found this poem written by us  pre-pandemic when Sherri and I met in a poetry workshop class in Los

I Green water of winter, of summers passed by, of shadows wet in love and despair, past nostalgia, past apocalypse, past eclipse, this water speaks. This

A word seems burdened, seems eerie Falling on a line of poem in pain Not mine, of the birds in mourning Dripping colors of a

I have saved tulips for you. Tulips of winter that couldn’t find earth in my homes but grow outside my gate to this world. On

Who is the one drawing suns and moons, serpents and lotuses, seas of stars on a dead leaf of the mother tree?   Who is

What is this snow falling from the skies unknown, melting in my palms shaped like carnations, making my skin of color rainbow?  I walk alone

As I have dived deep in the frozen waters of winter, matched rhythm of my breath with the silent whispers of this season, found the

This was the first public event  I attended back in June since pandemic closures. A yoga session in the park. It was my first visit

City has been showered with many thunderstorms and rain this summer that I have thoroughly enjoyed. This is from the day I reached Pittsburgh after

This beautiful Ginkgo came to me today, the only living species of its pool that is 290 million years old.A tree that survived the bombing