fall aspens: golden
it’s worth the annual drive
and finding our path



fall aspens: golden
it’s worth the annual drive
and finding our path



small measures of growth
found in homework submitted
and cut junipers



could we win it back?
the country that we have lost?
trimmed, but at what cost?
i just want waffles
covered in candied berries
not today’s bad news


a boy of few words
so happy for a costume
(his childhood lost)


reaching for sunrays
as all Coloradoans
(my tropical babe)

we finally caved
and gave Seinfeld our money
we just need to laugh

head down, overwhelmed:
it’s hard to make solutions
for his new world

instructions, really?
i’ll pour it into a pan
and hope for the best

zucchini: the best.
it will make anything work
(yes, like my husband)

can you imagine?
finding this at age nineteen?
this gem of a love?


why, yes, that’s a bloom
after a summer snowstorm
they both still love me

first zucchini bread
(waiting for winter like me)
the sweetest present

true… at forty-two
i shouldn’t still have this hair.
but i do. i do.
