There’s a long rough road ‘tween hope and change When you are all alone. But with a roomful of folks from various walks And a positive correlation of talks Similar passions and interests arise To rearrange, change and prioritize. Hope for the future begins to unfurl A group of like-minded can change the world!

Snow level recedes When you see  last Autumn’s weeds Get some garden seeds

April Poem #9 [Dedicated to Bee, my first-born child] On the ninth day of April ‘Twas when she came to be Adored by her father A miracle for me The forceps delivery Was a painful blur But what a wonderful moment When I finally got to see her! She played with her duckies Above her…

Women queued up to vote Gather in great numbers despite Threats from Taliban Yes, they can! Draped in hooded burkas, black, Blue and muted colors Courageous, collective stand Yes, they can! Like large birds, getting ready to fly Voting in their own land Women of Afghanistan Yes, you can!!

A lady I knew was naughty Her mouth could be described as “potty” She used all the words ‘Bout intercourse ‘n turds Thinking it  made her a hottie!

A Facebook friend was eight years old In nineteen sixty-seven We lived next door with my three kids And friendship was a given   Our families fished the nearby creek I don’t think that was legal But land-locked salmon tasted good And finances were meager   One day we heard some frantic screams From woods along the creek Two little girls, one…

Facebook friends are getting younger ‘Cause it’s their childhood I remember That skinny kid on our school-bus Was teased but never made a fuss A square peg in a rounded hole Taunting could have bruised his soul But he grew up and l heard tell He’d married and they’d managed well   His profile pic shows wear and tear…

Yesterday I saw a flock of Canada geese, Flying over the ice-caked, snow-frosted lake, A few had stopped to investigate. They perched below On the wind-sculpted snow Commenting  ’bout their fate. The flock circled above in travel formation While the landed birds debated. “Should we wait for spring To do our thing? Though it’s kinda cold For a mating…?” Then…

Cheese I miss cheese Big round cheeses encased in wax stored under glass at the old Endako store Shiny plump cheeses posing sublimely on the counter near the cash register I’ll have half-a pound please. Half-a pound of the best cheese Along the railroad line. Trains used to stop at Endako. Trainmen would dash to…

The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day- every day- during the coming month of April. How’s that gonna happen? I’ll need inspiration aspiration, fortification rejuvenation! But all I can drum up right now is INDIGNATION! It’s March and looking as if it might snow- AGAIN! April should bring warmth sunshine and showers. But…