Poetry is painting

I agree! 💖

Cat in the tree (haiku)

Four Gyrfalcons

I once had an Appaloosa mare who I boarded her at a private barn. One evening, after visiting her, I was standing outside of my car preparing to go home. Something made me look up…..circling above me was a slow, silent, and gentle cyclone of Gyrfalcons. They live north of Indiana, but sometimes come down

Lifting the “ordinary”

One of my jobs as a Poet is to lift the “ordinary” into plain sight, showing how extraordinary it is. This is also a great mindfulness exercise – just relaxing into the present moment to notice something beautiful that might otherwise go unnoticed – for me and for the reader. For instance, this morning was

Grandfather Cedar