Winter Poetry

I’m Covered in Labrador Love Feb 2005

I’m covered in Labrador love. I, under the comforter, my dog lies above. Stretched out on the bed, over my feet he lays his big, soft Labrador head. I’m covered in Labrador love.      


Merry Christmas Neighbor Dec 2003

  Merry Christmas to you my neighbor – the ones I know so well. A friendly hug now and then we stop and chat, catching up on health, family and neighborhood news. Or we drive by with a wave that says more than just hello. You know I care and we are there for each

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A Winter Blessing

  May the still, quiet beauty of the earth nourish your soul, fill your heart with love, and bless the world with peace.


There is a Holy Moment Dec. 2004

There is a holy moment between each restless urge. A quiet, waking moment on which the soul can splurge. It’s nothing you would fancy or grasp in eager clutch. Jewelry stores don’t carry it nor would a boutique’s hutch. It’s not in a meal that’s well prepared nor a drink so finely mixed. No mansion

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Only in winter do I get to see – February 2002

Only in winter do I get to see What my dog is sniffing On his walks with me.  Bunnies, deer, mice and opossum Have left tracks that must really  smell quite awesome.  His actions tell me there’s value in the find Of a tender morsel An animal left behind.  He wags and rolls and rolls

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This Christmas I wish you not a thing – Dec 2007

This Christmas I wish you not a thing – no fancy gift no expensive ring not even a toy of temporary joy   This Christmas I wish you so much less – less guilt and shame less resentment less fear less bitterness and pain   This Christmas I wish you what is very near –

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Most of us don’t feel too holy – Dec. 2007

Most of us don’t feel too holy as we imagine the holy might feel.   But when everyday is Christmas we are much more kind. Little things are big things and the world is more sublime.   A door held open for a stranger a prayer for another in need. Eyes to see the beauty

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When I am content and seek nothing new

When I am content and seek nothing new yet delight in all I see I am at home When the sound of my husband’s snoring wakes me up Merlin farts and Little Buddy chases squirrels in his dreams I am at home When morning reveals cedars heavy with snow birds are waiting for seeds and

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February 2006

February 2006 Idle Hours I wish for you the Quiet of a cabin, deep in the woods,