The first frost of May

Photo by Joshua Newton via Unsplash

cold stretches its arms
throughout the spaces
of my home
I wrap myself up
and tap the heat
warmth caresses every
inch of our space

we calm our shivers–
talk the shakes
down from ledges
frozen toes and fingers
wiggle in excitment
happy to thaw,
eager to feel something

failure to beat the rain

NaPoWriMo #20

This morning, I allowed myself more time to simply rest in bed after opening my eyes. I did not peel myself away from the comfort of my pillowtop until well after 8 am. This resulted in me trying to walk Jernee in a massive downpour as the rains decided to shower down in sheets on us. But, I never felt more alive than I do right now. Peace.


as the storm brews …

NaPoWriMo #13

I awakened this morning to the sounds of alerts, heavy rain, and high winds. A tornado passed through my area, but not my immediate location. Blessed doesn’t even begin to describe how I am feeling about that. I worked an almost 12-hour shift today and I am bone tired. I hope all of you have hugged your loved ones a little closer and a little tighter and that this evening will grant you peace and love. 


white wonder

Lune #18 of 25

snow-covered park with red trees
Photo by Andre Benz via Unsplash


sprinkled white wonder
covered roads
red heartbeats as trees

*A lune (rhymes with moon) is a very short poem. It has only three lines. It is similar to a haiku. A haiku has three lines, and it follows a 5/7/5 syllable pattern. The lune’s syllable pattern is 5/3/5. Since the middle line is limited to three syllables, it is often the shortest line of the three. This makes a lune curve a bit like a crescent moon.

For the next twenty-five days, except Saturdays and Sundays, I will share a lune with each of you. This is Lune #18 of this project.