paranoia wins
my midday motherhood run
(let’s hope she’s healthy)

for now, let us plant.
petunias, lupine, sweet blooms
springing for summer



paranoia wins
my midday motherhood run
(let’s hope she’s healthy)

for now, let us plant.
petunias, lupine, sweet blooms
springing for summer



like a pregnant mom
i wait for this peony
(bring blossoms, bring hope)

the first bloom beckons
all that is good on this Earth
(even the ants know)
we’re stepping outside
into this beautiful yard
to celebrate love

it’s a bit risky
and only sixty degrees.
but it’s Mother’s Day.

each girl made a card
and worked to include this boy
in conversations



it’s as good as weeds
ripped from choking my garden
so beauty can breathe



and from this soil
from blustery spring breezes
good news can blossom

we flew this beach kite
on this day seven years back
(a dream in life, Spain)

my daughter, then ten
still finding joy in small things
(as i still try to)

aspen trees at dawn
a pup always by my side
cats learning to love


the kite is gone now.
(i have ransacked every room)
locked down, we let go.
an uncommon mist
wrapped the morning in soft light
before the sun ruled



but blue sky is king
popping up my potatoes
for the love of May

all nine have emerged
and, like the peas, cling to life
brought by sun, water

this wins my heart now
as i fast between each sun
hope rising, falling
until they close this
we might be here every day
(Colorado beach)

humans love water
in all its fake and true forms
(dams, no dams, fresh, salt)

our Friday night lights
makes this feel like our old life
as fresh as sunshine


i’m back to haikus
(they suit the whole me better)
they’re written on bikes

the Denver sunshine
wins this quarantined Sunday
for those who listen

it seems so simple
to follow the rules. stay home.
be careful outside.

and at home? snuggle.
love the soft spaces of life.
soft spaces of love.


I’ve made it to the final day of gratitude! The ten last bits of gratitude for the Coronatine.

So grateful for:



