A Pair of Flower Poems

HomeAs I am hurried upthe Wall Streetsubway stairs,in the first flash of sunso much depends upon the pink daisytucked in the woman’s hairdark as my own.*After WinterEveryday walkingbecomes bouyantly pattering footsteps. He holds up a surprise present:purple bowing wild flowers,and from withinstrong growth rings,tightly rolledsilky secret loveunfurls,a faint grape wine aroma nearer than I knew.

The Raven and Mrs. Poe: A Book Reflection Part 1

I sat on my big meadow-patterned chair in the sun room and opened up my latest borrowed library book, Mrs. Poe by Lynn Cullen, a novel recommended to me by my pen pal, Katrina. The cover sparked my interest, the ornate, golden arch and partial image of this elegant-looking woman (which is “Woman’s Face” by…… Continue reading The Raven and Mrs. Poe: A Book Reflection Part 1

A Tiny Book with Spirit—The Poetry of Yeats

If the date on the top of my screen is right, it’s November twenty-first, and it’s been a long and bony time since I’ve last blogged regularly.  During these months, I’ve been settling into my new house and still don’t have a writing room ready as I’m waiting for it to be painted, but at least…… Continue reading A Tiny Book with Spirit—The Poetry of Yeats