Three Sisters

When Faith and Joy left home Hope was lost without them. “Please come home”, she cried “I can’t live without … More

Gone Astray . . .

in a world of anonymous strangers we surrender to the trendy lure of being something we’re not hoping integrity won’t … More

After weeks of preparation, sadly another Christmas has come and gone. Anticipation of festive joy was riding high as a … More

A poem for my grandchildren: This morning from my window I saw tracks in the snow. “Look!” I said to … More

Will is my power Endurance… my achievement Survival… my reward Snow on Autumn Leaf/Foto Friday/RDP

A snowy walk on a Winter day Only the geese are going my way The silence is deafening; the snow … More

I love how poetry is subject to interpretation. All writing is, to a certain degree, but poetry often means different … More

From a boat I watched as day rounded the bend toward evening and the sun floated like stars across the … More

Echo the Footsteps – a haiku Footsteps, now silent, resonate as memories across the old bridge This bridge is gone … More

The moon stabs darkness, rebelling the change to black. The wounds bleed bright stars. My response to Ronovan Writes … More