Poems

It could have been any morning, But it wasn’t Familiar cup, warm with coffee Cradled in my artist’s hands My walk to the marsh Familiar earth Grasses move slightly But the dew drops stay Jewels on a slender stalk   … Continued

      The air barely moves I sit in contemplation and prayer While the waking of the morning Initiates the introit   The sounds of water Join the orchestral bouquet Waves playing in the sea caves A Soft mallet … Continued

      Seagulls scatter Confetti images in the grand parade Churning, grinding engines Parting the serenity of silence Of early morning   Heading in now Masts awaken Sentries of the harbor Nets heavy and full Mammary glands of the … Continued

  Sometimes a cup of coffee Is an absent minded ritual Filling the seams of another activity Grout in the mosaic tiles of life   Sometimes I would not be able to tell you What the experience is like The … Continued

    The milkweed seed lifts and sails On parachute so finely spun Promising the monarch Another day       A simple dance Shimmering waxy leaves Limbs bowing to the great one Turtles sunning on outstretched limb   And … Continued

If I am awake the party begins I see how the trees dance Sway and shimmy The water waves flows, curls, crests and splashes The shadows play On borrowed surfaces So why not I? The earth moves Birds sing The … Continued

The clouds wept Water droplets Suspended from leaves Shimmer slightly Rainbow orbs Cling And roll Then drop Invisible in their shattered form Wetting the earth’s whistle   Janet E. Hartwick Sterk

I’m thinking about the un-see-able The magical, the mysterious The caress of speeding air That supports the wing in flight   The palpable energy in the look between two lovers The turn of the earth The exchange of water in … Continued

Festive Red Fringe on a Red leather Country Western Rockabilly jacket Of the Red Osier Dogwood Audacious and bold Standing smartly, forest’s fringe Red licorice delicacies for the deer Plenty to go around   They sprout from the flat straw … Continued

Even for the empty spaces left behind Fading Memories endlessly tumbling in Like digging sand castle moats at the seashore Each child’s shovel full of sand, Creating a void Instantly filled by grains of sand, Time, life and space   … Continued