Searching for Words in a Fog

There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.)   Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...

Fruit and Death

Autumn Haiku  Sprawled on sunny ground Crunchy leaves and dusty grass Scent of fruit and death  AEP 10/9/20 Fruit and death. The scent of autumn, and what comes to mind as I clear out the house we’ve lived in for nearly 30 years. Finding things long forgotten,...

A Question to Ponder on Earth Day in a Pandemic

A Sign (a poem by Connie Wanek)   At the March for Science on Earth Day, 2017   What did it say?” God asked.   Well, first I should describe the day,” Mrs. God replied. “It reminded me of creation, an early tender morning, pure light, the air thin, and...

A Poem for the Fourth of July Weekend

  In the Fourth of July Parade Right down the middle of main street the woman with the long red braids and fairy wings strapped to her back rode a unicycle more than two times taller than she was—rode it with balance and grace, her arms stretched out, as if...