Poems From The Porch — Petite, yellow wildflowers hanging on tenaciously to the cliff’s edge San Juan river steadily carving time into the rust, sage, and grey stone Low-hanging clouds subtly meandering nearer and nearer Gusty wind heralding the approaching storm Sand mountains appearing like scoops of Neapolitan ice cream slowly melting together Two inky…

Poems From The Porch — Sun warming green on the mountains and fecund valley below Happy campers walking by offering cheerful morning greetings Scrub oaks arching a winding trail of shade Squirrel swiftly scampering across the campground Red velvet ant hurrying hither and thither Body relaxed without effort, I am grateful for a new season. …

Poems From The Porch — White Aspen bark with green leaves poised to turn Amber dragonfly glinting in the sun Vacant blue sky inviting the day dreamer to imagine possibilities The season has changed for me, and I am hopeful — not in outcomes or positive futures, but that I can in-joy the sacred present, …

Poems From The Porch — The sunrise is finally touching the stark, gray mountain, lighting it up silver and white. I am bundled against the cold and barely feel it. Life is crisp and fresh, pastel-colored stones and green lodgepole pines. I don’t think of you every day. No, my life is lived in relation…

Poems From The Porch — I’m in love with Colorado in August; from the black and white magpies strolling by this morning, to the green aspen leaves shimmering in the wind, and the majestic vistas of far away mountain tops, to the cool, serene Lily Lake boasting marmots, tiger salamanders, trout, and happy ducks. I’m…

Poems From The Porch — I set the peppermint vincas on the picnic table with the small solar light globes. Now the flowers are grinning at the Colorado sun and dancing merrily in the wind. A rocky mountain is rising up behind them, imperceptibly moving, but active all the same. Beside me, my onyx kitty…

Poems From The Porch — Birds spiraling low over the water One butterfly flitting higher Eurasian collared-doves in lively conversation A cool breeze rustling the leaves Tall water grasses along the shore showing a cream line where the water used to be I am marveling at the gift of simple presence, how it is inherent…

Poems From The Porch — The steel blue waters of Lake Meade are gently offering waves of tranquility in a steady flow of grace. Every so often, eager fish jump straight up, like wiggly torpedoes, bursting forth from the silent depths. It is unseasonably cool this August morning, so I am snuggled in a blanket…

Poems From The Porch — The wind is robust, rustling the trees’ feathers today. Four young raccoons just trotted by along the waters edge. Silent visitors appear and disappear — a hefty turtle peeking his head above the water to scan the horizon, a black butterfly skipping merrily over the wet and the dry. Light…