a lesser known part of me

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.


May's poem


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