Winter Time

Winter time is in charge,
as I sip upon a bubbling concoction,
of thoughtfulness and relief
 -old man Winter has led me astray,
into the depths of my soul;
this is where I will grow old,

with the wisdom of poets,
and philosophers from the past;
they are the ones with whom I feel a kinship,
and at last I can breath in a sigh of relief;
the cold and it's chill is a welcome blast


Thankful for the little things,
because they're all that have gotten me through
The winding roads of life contain horror and joy
Fleeting moments, like blinking lashes,
bring snippets of interaction with those I love
My husband, cat, brother, violin-
these are the only things that bring me a true grin


Neither doors, nor locks contain-
the secrets of my stanzas, remain
Infinite wisdom from eyes that see,
unhindered, into a new reality

Gaping arms of the sea, draws nigh
water's creatures, in ascension,
 upward towards the moonlit sky

Wind and rain, drench the minds,
of poetic fools and writers sublime
With our inked swords, we divide,
fact from fiction, til' end of time

Autumn's Song

With Autumn brings a bite to the air,
when my family and I will go to the fair!
Cotton candy, candy apples,
gives our taste buds, something to grapple
Halloween will also bring,
frightful tales of ghosts and creeping things

A warm mug
My black cat on his rug
A movie or good book
Red and gold leaves upon the stoop

All these things bring out the child within;
creepy stories, to make me grin-
hayrides, to take me for a spin

Then at the end of the day,
where my head, I'll lay,
upon a restful bed;
with dreams of autumn, dancing in my head

Must Read Books!

Yep, I'm tooting my own horn. I was looking back through a couple of my poetry books and thought, "Wow, this is genius!" Lol... So, here ya go. Take a look at these babies and maybe buy them?

Letters Upon the Wind (written under my former pen name)


Messages From My Ancestors (written under my real name)


My sisters from long ago -
the poets of old,
who began the ideas on societal woes
Brutally honest and courageous,
they inked their prose,
on parchment, soaked in their tears
Forgotten, but not by me;
still, you are being taught in some specialites
We'll carry the torch forward
and keep the embers burning bright -
a light, among the darkest of nights

Too Much

When the world becomes too much,
and the sea of humanity tries to drown my soul,
I swim for the shore of poetry
I plunge my mind into my creativity:
My violin, my writing, my cat, my hubby
We curl up with a cozy mug – my cat on his favorite rug
and we encourage one another on this ride called, Life