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Christmas Dawn
This poem, written and published in my first poetry collection titled 'Journey On: Beauty and Grit Along the Way, is accompanied by a translation into Latvian. Christmas Dawn I awake in the Christmas dawn light; a shimmering snowfall echoes upon the mountains. Through parted curtains, my curious eyes follow a shaking of snow from pine needled branches. An opera of sun slowly takes over; erasing long blue gray shadows. We lie under the soft warmth of the red plaid comforter, meeting the moment of a gentle and tender us. Ziemassvētku Ausma (Latvian) Es pamostos Ziemassvētku ausmas gaisma; spīdīgs sniegputenis atbalsojas kalnos. Ar šķīrušiem aizkariem, manas interesantas acis seko sniega raupšana no priedes adatas zariem. Saules lāva pārņem opera; dzēšot garas zilas pelēkas ēnas. … Continue reading Christmas Dawn
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I Won’t Leave You
This poem first appeared in Journey On : Beauty and Grit Along the Way published in 2012. It has since undergone revision and will appear in the upcoming poetry collection titled Winter's Call. I Won't Leave You You and I have many dusty roads still to walk together, and blood red sunrises we have … Continue reading I Won’t Leave You
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Remnant
A very special poem from my poetry collection Journey On: Beauty And Grit Along the Way. It was one of those poems that came to me so easily...I love when writing a poem can actually be almost effortless. This one was: Remnant You found me alone, yearning for the summer’s moon and encircled me like … Continue reading Remnant
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I am greeting September with a quiet poem for my readers. The bustle of summer is now past. Here in Colorado our mornings begin with chilled autumn like temperatures. Spots of orange are appearing on the scrub oak and the aspens are tinged with golden on their tips of their leaves. So now make a … Continue reading
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I Stop the Questioning
Before February gets by us, I want to share this poem about a moment in time filled with an enduring memory. As the snows falls and the wind blusters by, a woman with her warm comforts of tea and a charming music box from Germany fills her afternoon... Each February I remember the fragile note,kept … Continue reading I Stop the Questioning
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Late Afternoon in Early Winter The wood stove fire burns slowly, warmth seeps into ridges of a red fleece blanket that adorns my shivering shoulders. Outside the snow softly falls, swirls of silver and white cover autumn into bare branched silence. North winds howl, white tailed deer scrape snow on their tongues on a late … Continue reading
