Star Dragonfly Poems

One of the advantages of growing old…one of the things I most adore
is how time slows down allowing me to enjoy the wonders around me...

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Bouncing from piles of baby powder grains, 
     ballerina feet firm balance establishing 
     Addictive activity pulls...

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In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or...

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Tomorrow's Yesterday

Changes are the hardest part of living. 
Just when you get used to things, 
good or bad, they become worse...
rarely better. 
Depressive as it...

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After Glow

The pumpkin pie is steaming in the oven, 
just exactly right for the evening dessert. 
A sweet remembrance of all things...
that have happened since...

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Death Beside the Road

Held in my arms, 
fragile you are... barely alive. 
I can feel your faint breath on my cheek. 
I can even somehow...

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Our Tree

The green tree in the box, 
kept in the attic, 
is in pieces. 
Not because it is dead, 
or firewood, 
but a project
to be...

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Angels Sing

I hear them, 
all the time. 
When I pick up my child, 
and hold her close, 
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway, 
and distant.

When I go to...

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No Joke

Highway 99, 
goes no where… 
I tell you. 
I have been there 
and back. 

You have to go, 
but you can not find it....

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Monday Morning

Blues have taken the day, 
because I have let them. 
I woke up late, skipped breakfast.
I ran out of the house, without my coffee.
Obviously,...

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The Map

In life we choose the direction of our feet, 
often by the way those around us expect us to go. 
Shockingly, striking out on...

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Good Morning

The light from the sun fills the window in the kitchen. 
Not all at once mind you, but at it’s on speed. 
The little...

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A deep wooded valley, heavily condensed with enriching moisture, and more importantly, teeming with an assortment of life, of every size, shape, and species. One...

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I.

The dragonfly drops.
Sunshine glimmers on its
diamond wings.

II.

Unlike the black cricket,
sweet muse of the night, 
no dragonfly sings.

III.

The dragonfly skips
on crystalline, still water
deftly tracing endlessly echoing rings.

IV.

A...

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