NYE 2015

i admit i peeked
or at least i tried
to steal a glance
of what lay ahead

but quickly i realized
i had been a fool
to let my gaze wander
from this present view

for what is to come
and what is behind
can never compare
to the gift of this time


mother, friend, muse, wife
nurturing, listening, passionate life
cooking, loving, kissing away pain
inspiring, understanding; I'd do it all again


your cry

one sound at once
 pierces the silence
 ignites every fiber of my being
one sound that makes
 me feel both irreplaceable
 and life-giving in this world
one sound that will
 forever be etched in my heart
 always be yours
that sound is
 your cry
 my life


lost & found

I have been lost
  In shadowy leaves
      dancing across the sidewalk in the late morning sun
  In thick laughter
      rich with stories friends share around the dinner table 
  In poetic words
      drank from a page as aromatic as the dark coffee nestled in my hands

I have been found....
  In a child's tender smile
      gurgling forth unhindered  giving me hope for the future
   In the strong arms
        and the warm chest of my soul mate’s embrace
   In the everlasting truth
       of God's love and promises fulfilled
I pray that today 
   you too are lost... and found.



late night visits in the
dark of your room
we curl up against each other
skin against skin
your breath barely
breaking the silence


taking responsibility

it's about time you took
responsibility for the way
my heart gets stuck in my throat
and how hard it gets to breath
and how heady I become every time
you walk in the room
it's about time you recognize
what you've done to me


slowly, spiraling drops of honey, crimson and amber
across the road and yard in bright ticker-tape style
warm on my back, crisp in my nose,
linger on speckled gourds in no particular hurry
remind us to draw slow down and cuddle in,
pull out scratchy sweaters and heat up cider
more than a season, a show or a verb,
a welcome friend with time to spare



every morning i tirelessly inventory
carefully counting, checking and memorizing
every single detail of your tiny yet growing
every lash, smile and scent carefully categorized
and then, just for good measure
i start at the top and record every inch
of you all over again
fervently willing my eyes, my heart,
to never, ever, forget a single minutia

the corners of this life are
bent and curled,
familiar and warm,
dog eared from time
and the affectionate handling
of moments I cherish most
and those I love to live
again and again

poetry best affords me the ability to catalog
all the days I never want to forget!



Too often the walls closing
in on me bear a familiar texture, marks
of my own making. I am all too aware
that I have built this cage, this confining
place. Yet, I feel so helpless to break
free from my own entanglements.
And so it is that my voice cries out, echoing
in anguish, resonating in pitch darkness,
drowning in the shadows of my own efforts.
Still I cry; I call out. For in all of my failings
I have not yet lost the hope that you hear,
and you answer. 


Drawing in
The verdant green grass
   aglow in an early sunrise 
The steady beat 
   of a faithful husband's heart
The scent of innocence 
  on a baby's newborn skin
Never let it be said 
  That life was wasted on me...


A slant of predawn light 
finds me nestled against
the tide of your chest
and there is nothing else
in this world


lost in the spaces between
carefully orchestrated moments
i find the essence
of my life


early autumn breezes
tug at my tresses

marigold petals
dance by my feet

the patio bench
glides in steady rhythm

but I lose everything

to the cooing child
asleep on my chest



after every desert, a refreshing rain
after every night, a cool morning dew
after every battle, a reawakening
so thankful that you are part of my today
ever grateful that you continue to be a part
of my tomorrows



when you were just a hope, just a whisper
just a pulsing bean on a grainy screen
when you were slowly forming, daily growing,
as fast as my belly, appetite and dreams
when you were months, then weeks, even days away
you were so very much wanted
i pray that you will always feel that way



Sparkling KT

Some people gaze at the distant stars in wonder
others dance among the stars in rapture.
Delighted to have found the latter
in a genuine and vibrant friend!


Rather certain that reclining
in the cool breeze blowing
across the tree shaded patio
is about as close to heaven
as I'll ever be on earth.



all my lazy summer nights
crisp autumn afternoons
warm winter dreams and
long spring mornings are
summed up in
your eyes
your arms


embracing spring

bringing forth life from the still
recently frozen grown is
muddy, rainy, windy work
hazy with pollen and the sweet aroma
of bright blossoms, chirping, and the
relentless laughter of children
springing forth with all of the chaos
that nature so understandingly embraces



you, in a small dark sea
cells structuring, nature working
out miracles too great for
my mind to fathom

I can't wait till you come up for breath
and lock eyes for the first time
what incomprehensible mysteries
you hold for me