raspberry muffins on a Sunday
and a walk in the park
lemonade nights
being careful not to step
on the crickets in the dark.
Poetry Corner
A Sweet Embrace
Your childhood has passed away.
It seems like only yesterday-
you greeted me with such delight.
I tucked your smile in at night.
Christ Is Born
Christ is born,
King of Kings,
Let men rejoice
And angels sing!
Sensory Imagery: A fun lesson for my poetry students
While crabbing on the shores of Maryland’s Wye River one intoxicatingly-sunny day, my husband and I netted and trapped about four dozen beady-eyed, bright-blue-shelled crabs. A rather unappealing briny odor arose from this crowd of clammy crustaceans as the overloaded bucket, which contained them, spilled over and they scuttled across the well-worn bottom of our wooden boat. A chorus of “click-clack-clee’s” resounded, as dozens of pairs of claws were raised in defiance – miniature prizefighters poised to lunge at our arrogant approach. Wincing with pain, as peevish pincers met with bare and unprotected fingers, we scooped our little dignity-damaged prizefighters back into their plastic pail. Back at home, after our soggy soldiers were relinquished to the cooking pot, our palates were treated to the savory, salty white meat of the once-feisty foragers.
Afternoon Delight
Hot and sultry afternoon
i float upon your sandy dune
taste salt spittle on my tongue
watch violet seashells drowse among
your peanut brittle shores.
The Mighty Oak
O mighty oak
with arms outstretched
to greet your royal Maker-
limbs upraised
in heavenly praise,
muscular and sturdy limbs-
Night Sounds
The sliver of a topaz moon evolves into a whole. Night sounds huddle in their skins, black on white, crawling, tapping at my door, dissolving light, frenzied in their efforts to scrape and bump and grind till my heavy eyelids flutter and I leave them all behind. Light into darkness, darkness into blessed light, the cycle weaves its web and the night sounds march to drum rolls with the panic in my bed.
The Scenic Route 