Monday, October 9, 2017

Gnomes Celebrate

This October First
Thirteen years of daily poems
Nearing five-thousand 

Sunday, October 8, 2017



Feeling a bit crazed
As I’m counting the days.
Soon we’ll take a trip,
Trying not to flip.
Got so much to do,
Will I make it through?
Just have to put one foot before the other.
No need to be crying for my mother.

7 Slow Start

Morning Write

My toes are cold,
My fingers, too.
My nose runs.
Are my lips blue?

I need a robe
And a pair of socks,
And a little umph
To quit this box.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Gnomes Sijo

The autumn leaves of my mesquite hang golden like kings’ crowns.
Though beautiful, they signal snow will soon fall, and I brace myself.
I resolve to enjoy the cheery colors while they last. 

Poetic Asides Recognition


When my husband had a stroke,
our host home client stayed in respite care.
Three weeks later, I picked him up
and we drove the 75 miles to visit
Hubby in the rehab center.

Hubby was in bed when we walked in.
I thought our guy would be happy,
but he didn’t seem to recognize him.
Hubby got out of bed and wheeled
to the table in the dining room.

We talked about his therapies.
After a few minutes, the light went on
in the childlike man’s eyes.
He lunged toward his caregiver.


Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Tuesday, October 3, 2017



C ollection of what have yous
L etting the dust settle on them
U seless but sentimental value
T ime to give some away
T ime to trash some
E xcept how can I get
R id of stuff with meaning?