though the frost persists spring pushes its petals through filled with rays of hope


though the frost persists spring pushes its petals through filled with rays of hope


snowy petals fall
as spring goslings first appear
(seasoned mockery)


pedals taking me there
the horizon beckons
on either side of my tires
from the west, golden,
hidden under a mask of clouds
the glowing coin of night
settles itself onto a bed of
snowcapped mountain peaks,
the city’s glittering lights
quilting the mattress of spring
from the east, silver,
hidden under a mask of clouds
the flashing fish of morning
prances into a pool of
aquamarine divinity,
the black-roofed suburban homes
splashing the tides of spring.
pedals taking me there
the horizons beckon
the divine hands that
summon spring’s sunrise
on both sides of my tires.
Only in Denver
do we enjoy seventy
degrees and then snow.
Running eight hot miles
is easier than having
to say no to you.
Watching Grease again
I wonder if I’m being
their very best mom.
Screaming loud children
are like daffodils: better
when the sun is out.
Two dark chocolate cakes,
one happy hour, zero
days of school: perfect.
Parents who dislike
teachers should home-school their kids
and stop degrading.
Girls wearing dresses
are rainbows shining brightly
after the downpour.
Family is a gift
and also a sacrifice
that makes us complete.
Television steals
moments that we should share to
make the world better.
Spring is a wild breeze
that ushers out winter’s cold
and blows in summer.