Woman Winter Poems

As the world spins
And our feet stay on the ground
How many other broken-hearted lonely souls
Live life in limbo
As me
Lost in a sea of misery
The pain...

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Struggling
With carrying branches to dry for kindling,
Cursing
the seemingly extra long winter and those
who keep bringing it;
a shadow drifts over me like a primordial raven,
and a rush...

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It started with a blank canvas,
the world I should make but I am anxious.
Making fields of pretty flowers,
to the deep blue seas takes many hours.
Mountains...

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It's a winter colder that the others
we lived yesterday, never thinking of any sadness;
our winters were mild and we wanted snow
to hug each other closer...

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i.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
My wife and son lay silent, all tucked...

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As the rain trickles down the cracks of my stained oak casket 
And it stains the fabric of my tattered shirt with the crimson paint...

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The Old Farmer Rests Warm In His Snug House

Within green grass in fields in Minnesota
an early Fall, a flaming sword to swing
no horses galloping in...

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In centuries of winter, she stands strong,
A woman with grace, her spirit a song.
Through icy tempests, her heart remains warm,
A beacon of hope, a shelter...

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I started out life as Anna Mae Bullock,                 ...

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I move forward counting parked cars
like steps.
A bundled-up woman waves at me,
she is way across a slithering street
I recall her, but only as a last...

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"The Road Less Traveled"

Not all roads diverge in a wood,
Some lead to places misunderstood.
They wind and twist, never straight,
Leading us to a different fate.

While others...

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Abandon baby cries daily effortlessly for giving hugs,                 ...

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She weeps
as the winds whip.
The weary woman waits,
wishing winter's wrath would weaken,
wondering when winsome weather might wake.
Then warm rains wipe her wintry wounds
as wisps of...

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the cold winter of 1949

The frost hung mercilessly over our town
the woman who had had her nose frozen off
in the winter of 1933, said this...

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There walks warriors in that graveyard,
holy men and medicine women of ages.
at night you can see their spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far...

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