He went to bed inside of a spent clematis flower with the morning sun to keep him warm. If you aren’t familiar with what this particular clematis looks like after it’s deep purple blooms have finished their show-think creamy white, pillowy soft and very fluffy. The perfect vessel for a baby bumblebee just learning the … Continue reading Just bee
Tag: Poetry
Sometimes
Dec 29 2019 Sometimes, When I write poetry, The tears flow faster than my pen. Sometimes The words back up, Like when you place your thumb over the end of a garden hose- The verse spraying sporadically across the page, Like so much water, Rarely quenching a thirst, Dampening the spirit. Not making sense. Sometimes, … Continue reading Sometimes
All the Little Things
ALL THE LITTLE THINGS It’s all the little things I miss Smells, like home wet mittens on the ground A soft, fleeting kiss Baths and books Footprints on our hardwood floor I miss all of this. Teaching when I didn’t know I was Learning when I didn’t think I could know more Faces so full … Continue reading All the Little Things
My Name is Margaret 