sometimes the night's lights
are only in the sunset
(not the soccer game)

sometimes the night's lights
are only in the sunset
(not the soccer game)

a few last baskets
waiting for that hidden spring
only found in youth


dyeing our spring eggs
(her childhood reaches fall)
empty nest beckons

spring break adventures:
walking two dogs, badminton.
so exciting, right?


the cat disagrees.
scared halfway up a light pole,
she scratched her way down.

it’s not all hardship.
rarely will this boy smile.
yet, for weightlifting.

after last night’s work
stealing him from our soft bed
the kitty soothes him

i’ll write a haiku
as bright as spring Christmas lights
just for you, for you.

is she a queen cat
or the princess and the pea?
at least she's safe. warm.

a snowy Monday
peppered shots fired; deaths;
(Colorado pain)


a Sunday ski day
is not equal to church time
(it's so much better)

blue sky Saturday
with winter branches hugging
the first day of spring
