Linda's Poems

I caught the pink wedge of dawn with my camera this morning. Our cold northern sky was trying hard to evade the sun but, for a few m...

Christmas died for me the day our tree toppled over. Erin and I had lugged the decorations from the basement and were hard at work ...

The object for today our last day of school before Christmas vacation: Make it through! Directive from the principal: educate them! S...

December Stillness I wake up early and cleave my way through the thick, black morning on this, one of the shortest days of the year....

Limits I stand on the scale in our school nurse's office and hold my breath hoping to weigh less than last week. I'm partici...

Here are the words we are challenged to use.  I managed just a few.  My husband is awake. I can hear the water running in the bathroom...

In a cascade poem, the lines in the first stanza are repeated as the last lines of the subsequent stanzas. I wrote this poem yesterday dur...