Welcome to Kindergarden

"When I was 5, I was the kid who"
had her own
unsecret admirer.
Always he'd insist
to sit next to me
in snack or crafts
and stand by me in line.
He wanted to hold my hand
and be more than a friend
but all I really wanted
was to punch him.

The Sound of Trees Singing

The winter wind
whistles through
the frozen forest
frolicking among
the icy branches-
each twig
another note
in the song,
another key on
the xylophone;
the tenors, basses,
altos, sopranos
create a melody
and harmony
keeping time with
each winter wind.

Haiku

Winter wonders

Pale white snowflakes

Clusters of hope and longing

Land on open hands

Ranges of Mountains

Towering above

Sit spirals of the Earth

Reaching for the sky

Fly by Night

Soft feathers beating

Against clouded nighttime skies

Drifting out of sight