RSS Feed

Anna and the Wind

Tomorrow, snow in the forecast

but today, weather’s relaxed and setting records.

The last time November felt this gentle

was the year you were born.

We took off the heavy baby clothes

that I’d just figured out how to put on

and took the stroller out for hours.

You’d gasp and laugh when you caught

the soft breeze in your upturned mouth.

I’d wheel you, walking behind,

sun warming our cool autumn faces,

me steering while you practiced

how to face into the wind.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

The Novel Bunch

aka: The Happy Bookers

The Sketchbook


Red Wolf Prompts

I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"

typewriter rodeo

custom poems on vintage typewriters

A Poet in Time

One Poet's Writing Practice

Writing the Day

A Poetry Practice

Invisible Horse

Living in the moment

%d bloggers like this: