Category Archives: Poetry

Last Evening in Summer

I step outside around dusk my mood instantly changes the crisp in the air causes my body to perk up autumn is here! autumn is here! my favorite time of the year I relish in this feeling as the sun continues to drop in the sky behind the building I see the colors over theContinue reading “Last Evening in Summer”

Adjusting

I watched all summer long the vines from the plant outside my window move from one side to the other as it grew over the months. The end of summer is here and I find myself adjusting back to my routine after time spent with family. It’s a bit jarring and relieving to return backContinue reading “Adjusting”

Memorial Poem

In 2015, I wrote Grammie a poem for her 84th birthday. When she read it, she loved it. She asked me to read it at her funeral. She even kept a copy of it in her most important files for many years. At her graveside memorial on September 8, 2023, I read this poem. ItContinue reading “Memorial Poem”

Loop Around The Block

First long walk since having covid, there were many moments while walking where I wondered why I was doing this. It was much more difficult than when I had walked this road earlier in the summer. But I pushed on regardless of wanting to stop and be done. I literally couldn’t, I was so farContinue reading “Loop Around The Block”

Late August

Laughter fills the night As I say goodbye to my twenties Stars barely visible behind the clouds Should have been raining by now And yet it was nice enough to have a fire Then stand out on the dock Reflecting on the day we had The weather stayed nice for longer Than the weatherman saidContinue reading “Late August”

Ode To My Twenties

A wise woman once told me It doesn’t matter how old you are All that matters is how you feel. I have been reading my old journals lately. I am not who I used to be But the memories remain on The surface of my being. I had a lot of strong feelings. I loveContinue reading “Ode To My Twenties”

MoMA

Arriving at the museum two hours before they closed on a Saturday night was less than ideal. It was jammed packed with people who loved to stand right in the middle of doorways or breathe too closely on the paintings. I had no other choice, I was only in the city for 48 hours. ThisContinue reading “MoMA”

For Grammie

My summers were filled with The light of your house, The sound of your voice, The smell of your cookies, The familiar rooms I always returned to. When my year was always different, You were always there to welcome us home, Our home away from home. I loved watching You tend to your flowers asContinue reading “For Grammie”

Going to the Theatre

I sit in a crowded theatre next to people I don’t know behind me are people I do know I turn around to see their reaction when I think something is funny this is the first time I have sat front and center in a crowd in years 15 minutes into the play I realizeContinue reading “Going to the Theatre”