Poem: A Change in the Weather

I like rain, I tell myself. I would rather bundle up against the cold than face the slick sheen of sweat and sunscreen that feels heavy on my face and distorts my vision, – an inevitable consequence of summer. And all of this is true. But, as the heat rolls in, with its pungent floral…

Poem: Overture (for Write from the Heart, August 2020)

The smell of cowpats mixed with sun-warm grass and wildflowers,
Rough bark and silken butterfly wings, 
Muddy lake feet and pursed lemon lips, 
Bonfire crackle and the cracking of crab shell,
Crimson sun melting into indigo,
And the cricket sings.

 The velvet night holds secrets and promises,
Soft laughter and guitar strings,
The mysterious clink of glasses,
Skin touching skin,
The symbols…