Dottie Simmons

We love our hens most of the time Until in flower beds they mine For tender worms and little bugs Digging up the roots and grubs Uprooting bulbs and killing flowers With their marvelous scratching powers Then I fear I cannot see Why we let those hens run free 🤬 Dottie Simmons

Out of the ashes of a year So incomprehensible In its universal tragedy But like new shoots Green and tender Sprouting in barren ground Everywhere were helpers And life went on as always With joys and sorrows Contentment and anger Behind the masks and distancing Into this new year Ever moving forward Inevitably and full […]

Music of a liquid world Full of ebb and flow River made foundation Constant, deep and low Staccato drips of melting Hit roof and deck below Murmur of light rain Until slide and crash of snow From high up upon the roof At long last now let go