how softly summer
like smooth sand between my toes-
like slow-moving feet on some southern sidewalk-
like the sultry night song that ends with a sigh
like the salty teardrops that spill
when suddenly summer is not the season,
but a bittersweet memory,
stirring my soul.
(I realize that summer is not over according to the calendar, but for me, it is. This teacher goes back to work tomorrow...another summer slips away, but another new adventure awaits. :)
March 20th. I glance at the calendar one more time to make sure that I have not temporarily lost my mind.
Yes, it is March 20th...the first day of Spring. Yet, this scene outside my kitchen window looks like the hand-painted winter wonderland on the coffee mug from which I sip. The tree in our backyard sways and struggles against a bitter wind. I shake my head and smile as I watch the brand new buds on its branches turn from green to white.
Hello dear friends! I haven't posted anything in a few days because I am busy enjoying my trip to New York City. I am attending a wonderful teaching conference at Columbia University. We have really enjoyed the city. I love to just take off and explore when I travel. Luckily, I am here with two friends (my principal and another teacher from my school) who are the same way...laid back tourists who just love to walk and see. We're having such a fabulous time. I miss my husband and my daughter, though. I've never been away from my little girl for this many days in a row. I probably won't be posting any poetry until I return home, which will be Saturday. The picture above is my friend Shelly and I in front of our beautiful hotel on the Upper West Side, The Lucerne. I hope you all are having a wonderful week. I'll be back in a few days.
I have had a passion for the written word, especially poetry, from an early age. I am first and foremost a child of God-a thankful recipient of His grace. I am also a mother, a teacher, a singer,and an overall music lover. I call the beautiful southern United States home, and growing up and raising my family here has shaped who I am in many ways. I believe that life- with its various emotions, experiences, trials, and joys-is a gift from my Heavenly Father. As a poet, I hope that my work expresses this.
"My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him." -Psalm 62:1
Some of my poetry has been published in the online journals Simply Haiku and Notes from the Gean.