Category: Poetry
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A Slow Return
She started above the clouds.Haleakala, the House of the Sun.She and others, on their bikes. She passed the fragrant eucalyptus forestas she descended from the volcanic slopes. She cruised around the hairpin turns.She felt the adrenaline rush, the open ranch lands, and panoramic views of Maui. Stopping mid-way for photos, laughing, smiling.The exhilaration of spending…
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January
Visiting in the North,a true winter day.Sunny skies and brisk air,while sledding on a white mountain.Grandchildren scream on a gliding red donut.Laughing all the way, hair in the wind,grinning ear to ear, letting joy rush in. Winter painting and puzzles,New hobbies and journaling.No goals, but reflection.Gratitude for friends, family, and health.Wandering through my favorite book…
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The Autumn Supermoon
Through the night of October 7th, the moon swelled, bright and full,while I lay dreaming, unaware of her quiet ascent. The moon does not create her own light.The reflected light travels back to Earth, creating moonlight. The rocks and dust absorb sunlight, bouncing off the sun’s rays.We see the Lunar side. Isn’t it weird that…
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Marble & Myth in the Borghese Gallery
July 31, 2025 Borghese Gallery, in the north of Rome.A former vineyard and Cardinal’s home.The Borghese dynasty, power and wealth bestowing. Buzzing cicadas dominate our garden walk.Dodging bicycles and scooters as we talk,as we make our way to the famous museum. Marcus Curtius leaping into a gaping hole.In Roman myth, Curtius saved their souls.Courageous man…
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Desert Bathing
The desert mountain shimmered into life as we walked the trail. To the far north, I see the limestone cliffs in Hurricane. A sharp smell emanates from the creosotes as we sidestep the prickly pear cactus. The ocotillos wave their thorny wands above the desert rocks. Their tips burst into tiny scarlet flowerets. Many cacti…
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Inspiring Walks of William Wordsworth
I read that William Wordsworth would take long walks, sometimes with his sister, and these walks would inspire him for his poetry. He would often carry a bag with his writing tools: a journal, pencil, coat, book, and sometimes a sandwich. His sister wrote that he could write a poem in his head and write…
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Nature’s Natural Push
When I visit my daughter and her family, I love to go running or walking by Utah Lake, which is only a street away. The different times of year are always so fascinating, and I love to see what is happening in nature. I came upon the ice slabs on the lake and wondered what…
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The Day After Christmas
The day after Christmas, I went running at my son’s and daughter-in-law’s house. Their two boys were shoveling snow, but most of the streets were quiet. Snow had started to fall around 5:00 a.m. enfolding the sleeping neighborhood. The day after Christmas can sometimes be hard. There are messy piles everywhere. Gifts we have not…
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We Are Grateful
We Are Grateful: Otsaliheliga is a beautifully written book by Native American, Traci Sorrel. Members of the Cherokee Nation use the word otsaliheliga (oh-jah-LEE-hay-lee-gah) to express gratitude. The book begins in the fall and follows a full Cherokee year of celebrations and experiences ending in summer. This book won many awards, including a Sibert and…
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Shenandoah Sunrise
October 2023 Many mornings before the sun came over the Blue Ridge Mountains,I ventured out into the brisk air. This was the season when the bumble bee abandoned the flower, When the leaves, frost-crisp’d, were hewn down. “Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.” *…