I step outside into the dark;
moon’s glowing so bright
it’s making shadows of the railings
And I think in dark times
Reflect the light, and
bars appear. Keep up the fight.
poem-sunglasses at night April 10, 2025
poem-dark April 1, 2025
Stark days
So hard to believe people mean
such evil things
so much surprise despite warnings.
Dark clouds
lightning strikes
But after shock, folks are aroused
to lift their lights.
Stand for what’s right.
Know the power and strength that is kindness.
Black hearts do not win for long
History knows, peace is stronger.
Empathy is mighty.
Time for mindfulness and doing whatever you should
for good.
Poem- to the universe September 19, 2024
(For Murg)
From this dark place,
sending you space
for love and gratitude,
supportive attitudes,
help where it’s needed,
concerns that are heeded.
Sending love and grace
to that dark place
poem- Hope September 30, 2022
A poem for Truth and Reconciliation Day.
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Broken generations,
We hear yesterday’s lost children weeping,
Embrace today’s children,
Reach to tomorrow’s children
With our torn hearts.
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I gratefully acknowledge that I live and work in the unceded, traditional territory of the Secwepemc people.
poem-budding April 22, 2021
Outside the window
new green
We walk by in masks
waiting for vaccine
Spring is a time
for hope
Another year on a
slippery slope.
Daffodils bursting
from the soil
Politics and a pandemic
embroiled
Breathe.
Take care.
We’re almost
there.
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NaPoWriMo Day 22 A little contrast between the hope of spring and the stress of rising numbers of infected folks, including a friend.
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poem-springing March 8, 2021
Oh my!
Blue sky!
If only the promises could be true
that this is is just a preview.
Has spring finally arrived?
poem-ribbon December 3, 2020
Tonight’s sunset
is a thin strip of pink ribbon
in a vast blue sky
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One wispy cloud
reflects the fading sun:
a sliver of bright beauty
to stab devouring darkness.
poem- the end November 28, 2020
such a long time
in the making.
planned so long ago.
waiting.
injury
healing
tiny steps
tiny steps
tiny steps
make the journey
so
long
but here we are at
the
end.
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August 2018 Nikolette Jones and I bantered out the plans for 3 Nikki Knox stories that I would write by August 2019. Unfortunately, August 28 I suffered a brain injury that meant time off work, therapy, and a long road of recovery. I have been dabbling for 2 years with the 4th book, and it is FINALLY finished! It is two years late, but it’s here at last! Nikolette is busy with the art and there will be a new, lovely Nikki Knox 4 book compilation out in the next few months! Yay! It’s so good to have a brain that’s working again.
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poem- I planted them a decade ago April 1, 2020
What an unexpected gift
revealed by retreating snow:
crocuses planted so long ago
Finally bloom when w most need
symbols of hope.
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(True story. I planted a couple of dozen crocuses into the front lawn in the early 2000s when we first bought this house. The bloomed on their own for three or four years before they stopped – likely victims of hubby’s herbicide. Suddenly, after so many years, 2 popped up this year!)
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haiku-hope October 16, 2019
There on the hillside
A puddle of brilliant light
Sun broken through clouds
Shawn L. Bird 