Tautogram poem — Clocks crispy chimes Chris-tmas! Chris-tmas! crocheting cozy crafts Coca Cola caravans coming children chasing & carouseling crowded church choir caroling cards & calendars caring causes chubby Claus cracking confessions candlelights casting Comet & Cupid chimney chants candy canes! candy canes! calling, chatting, cherished company chocolate chips, crunchy cookies cranberries coupling…

Poems and an essay for Christmas and New… —

An autumn poem about a life lesson — The wind walks in gently at first, coaxing leaves to fall at their own will. Like a lover pacing for the climax, it drowns the trees in kissing thirst. And soon, the still November attains the sacred nudity of the trees— after invoking the saints as if not fallen, and the fallen…

A spiritual poem of nature and finding self —

Ekphrastic poem on the sunflower drawing by a 5-year-old — I pray for a miracle, to keep his yellow sea, bearing waves of laughter, from the time of birth to these times of horror. Merciful skies, hear me and send the sun, in degrees of pride, with rays of courage, to the cities and suburbs of my son’s heart, even when it rains bombs in his yellow…

Ekphrastic poem of a heart witnessing the war — My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. The birds in your chambers no longer tweet. War is here and has your singing mornings stolen. All you have now are the invasive sounds of the night. My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. Though your birds of honour…

Post-birthday poem — Stone after stone he throws into the river, and the water rippling waves of laughter, to meet the tiny feet kissing the shoreline. I, his mother of three years, watch in awe the sacred gift before me, my son, and a river that brings me each day a pebble from life…

Free verse poem —

Returning from Medium hiatus — Bluebells are here, some lowering their necks downwards as if shy of admirers, of intruders, of critics. Some days, a writer feels this way. Some days, a writer feels this way, like bluebells stretching their neck upwards towards the arrival of summer, where life is a meadow of wild ideas. …