I have returned to creative writing after retiring from full-time teaching and I look forward to sharing my poetry here by posting poems monthly one at a time.
Most of my recent poems have dealt with the convergence of my own childhood with events in history that have marked my generation and history.
Pale little petals quiver
in the April breeze
Held to the branch above me
they twist and beg release
If I shook the tree hard enough
all would fall
across my face like fragrant melting snow