Category: poetry

What we havin’

Daughter asks:
‘What we havin’
For breakfast–
OH I LOVE
Cornbread!’
She interrupts herself and I find
I am
Her
and
My mother
and Me
Now
And years passed
All at once.

Hello Moon


Hello moon.
It’s earlier than I expected —
Not five —
But you are losing already.
Sorry darling,
But
Twilight and optimism
Spot springtime in even just
These few extra minutes
Of day.

This post is my poetry series for January, “In the Details” — daily small stones and photos, as part of The River of Stones.

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