I was abroad for two months, an extended vacation to avoid most of DC’s winter. I longed for home days before the end of my trip. I missed my routine, the comfort of my bed, my daily, albeit, short walks, etc. I missed home so much I composed a little poem while sitting restlessly on…
Category: Poetry
Ode to the Super Moon
Ode to the Super Moon: I sat by my window one wintry night And saw the moon, oh so big and bright As I stared at the yellow orb I realized I wasn’t really alone So with a plate of bread, nuts, and cheese And a glass of red wine And soft music playing in…
A poem inspired by Spring
Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal I just know when he is around His calls are so loud, seemingly urgent He flits about from branch to branch My eyes could not find him. He doesn’t rest ‘Til he hears the answer to his calls Suddenly, a beautiful red appears On a sea of green…
A poem – The Mirror
Dedicated to all women of a certain age: The Stare The woman sadly turns to the mirror eyeing the deep lines that etch her face and neck Her eyes travel down the jiggly fat under her arms and the bulges around her waist and stomach With a deep sigh she mutters, “who cares? I am…