if you can

take comfort

in the change of seasons

even snow

will eventually

become tulips

*

thunder

I have missed you

more than you’ll ever know

the sun

can only say

so much

*

are you

as afraid

as me

when you

first dive

into sleep

*

a bit of magic

before dawn

here I am

watching

the Space Station

cross the sky

*

to the bird

near my window

I know

you are not singing

for me

but thank you

*

bruised

is how I would prefer

to remember

your hands

when striking

my flesh

*Published in a sense of place (the cherita book 39)

**The first two cherita were designated as a cherita lighthouse (editor’s choice)

supernova

with a sense of urgency

art and words

pour out from my soul

i pray

if this year is my last

may it be filled

with a lifetime’s worth

of color

*Published in the Poets Salon (coloradoboulevard.net) on 8/27/20

politics

I’d rather follow

a butterfly

*Published by Haikuniverse (www.haikuniverse.com) on 8/25/20

Daydreams

Why, after all these years,

is the sky still that same shade of blue

when the entire vastness, day and night,

could be an endless rainbow?

For good measure,

let’s throw in a dose of glitter, too.

Why couldn’t the moon have been a disco ball

that spins when hung,

casting a translucent dance of shape and color

all throughout the earth?

Insomnia would be such a delightful occasion,

in my humble point of view.

And why, oh why,

can I not hold the stars close to my breasts

and feel the warmth

of their enduring glow?

After all, we’re family

and long overdue for a hug.

*Published by Central Coast Poetry Shows on 8/20/20

fistful of sweets

today I am

a kid at heart

*Published via the Poetry Pea podcast (Series 3, Episode 16: Joy)

for you

dedicated to the Hubble Space Telescope

shot up into the cosmos, eased

into an orbit around Earth

you have silently watched

as comets wag their tails

of dust and light through solitary jaunts

and you have silently watched

as stars violently die, time after time

in a luminous burst of color

and you have silently watched

as the far ends of space

beam echoes of its creation into your brain

and it is through your eyes

i first learned

that the universe is more vast

meaningful and complex

than my existence will ever be

*Published by Dear Reader on 8/12/20

because you wanted to talk s

                                                                                        plit atoms

*Published in Sonic Boom Issue Eighteen