Day 26 – Ode to My Mother

Ode to My Mother

There is a woman I know.

She is brave, and she is beautiful.

Her hair looks like mine,

Her eyes see mountains when the days are foggy.

Her hands are my branches and her arms are my harbor,

I see her in spring daffodils, in rainbows, in sunny skies.

She walks with a courage along the road, 

Gives me a path to follow.

When I am strong, I see her spirit in me. 


Day 21 – Mental Health Day

Mental Health Day

Soft strains of guitar music float through the screen. 

The east side light of the late afternoon mixing sun against the tree branches.

It is a sleepy little corner of Brooklyn my window faces today.

Day 9 – Spring Forward

Spring Forward

I wish I could write this sunset.

It is the first warm day in a long time of rain,

The spring is coming and days are longer,

Somehow the layer of clouds over the sky is fading.

I see the soft orange against the skyline,

My window one of millions.

Tonight, in the spring chill, it is enough.