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

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

Writing what I experience-not what I know…exactly

I write free verse only; I am partial to the flow of eloquent and rich language. I cannot rhyme or do metered poetry or sonnets-it reminds me of teaching language arts daily to my students at school.  I do not care for writing prompts set up by someone else’s idea of what a writing subject … Continue reading Writing what I experience-not what I know…exactly