Thoughts on the seasons

A recent snowfall got me thinking. Many people love summer. And why not? The weather is (allegedly) beautiful, the kids are off school, and cookouts are aplenty. Summer is not my favorite time of year, however. While I enjoy the sun, and I love to watch a storm roll in, summer also seems to bring…

delicate desperation

Spring pushes through the ground, away the images frozen in my mind. I try not to pin too much on such a delicate season, yet, Spring, you must save me.

Early Spring Mornnig

periwinkle crowns peek through the melting snow. fog spreads full like a nesting bird on a snowy branch, shivering, shivering. your breath hovers, gray upon gray, making the purple-headed blooms brighter still. I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I…