The Christmas Turkey

Beneath December’s twilight hue,The kitchen stirs with tasks to do.A bird of gold, both proud and grand,Awaits the magic of the hand. From grocer’s shelf…

Navigation Song

I, too, am a bit Obsessedwith my own wind-tossed turning, compass wheeling. My feet go barewhen allowed – when the sun but not the Frost…

Four Poems

My Mother’s Mother (Speaks) For years, I forgot how to laugh,and the mirror smiled back like a stranger. My tongue swam like leaves in hot…

Vultures

Edward Abbey wished to be reincarnated after death as a vulture. Oddly enough, my husband feels the same. Either that, or he thinks he was…