Linda's Poems

......from my sister, Sally. ------------- Endings We're sitting in bed on this last full day of our third winter in Florida. Retiremen...

May 2: Weather or Not We decided not to go boating today because the weatherman is predicting thunder showers this afternoon. So, I'm s...

Sharp slices of brightness slash my morning blinds. I'm sitting in bed with no expectation of anything for today. Free hours are maple s...

There is only one little smear of morning sunlight left on my kitchen floor.   I woke up too late to enjoy a couple hours of solitude...

Downhill, Freak, Sliver I sleep later now that I am on the downhill side of life. Most mornings I miss the sun coloring with her o...

Saturday We kept breakfast simple: pumpernickel toast with peanut butter for him and a rice cake with egg salad for me. He puttered...

I wake up at 5:30 that inner alarm clock still buzzing me awake in school mode. No need to drag myself out of bed, though. No need ...

Ah, retirement minutes, hours, days, thoughts, words~ four new journals.

I grip the handle of my camera feel the slight roughness, squint through the viewfinder, and focus the dandelion. I see a spider ha...

Look at that foot hanging in the air ready to stomp the ground. There might be a puddle or soft grass underneath but, that foot wi...

Retirement Dreams It started three years ago with just an occasional thought, a sunshiny day in a week of clouds. It was a favorite p...

I used to be able to see the sky with clouds roaming around poking their noses over the mountain peering at the sunset through bloodshot...

Late Snow Ignites Dreams of Future Woke up to six inches of late April snow covering all the baby leaves and flowers. Winter takes hi...