My Run

smell of moist dirt and
tropical flowers on run
under orion's belt

Grackle Cackle

I am currently in south Texas for work, where winters are very tropical.

electric lines
sag under the weight
of thousands of birds

grackles cackle
and laugh at the bird crap
on my truck

Sound of Crunching Snow

stillness broken
by the sound of crunching snow
as coyotes race by

blur of wild fur
they pause - - - - -
to stare at me

Swarm of Snowflakes

I haven't posted as much lately, but I have been busy planning my new life. Here is one I wrote in my head a few weeks ago on the way home from work. More soon.


little snowflakes on
highway, fly around my car
like a swarm of gnats

My Guiding Goddesses

aprodite longs
for hestia's family hearth,
the smell of fresh bread

wilderness calls,
artemis gallops into
energizing new lands

collector of hearts
trades the hoard for
one she treasures