And So It Goes

Among the landscape

filled with glittering 

patches of snow,

the stench of skunk lingers.

Life is a mixed bag.


Secret Weapon

Composing a poem

on my drive home

silences that inner voice

yammering on about

what I did or didn’t do.


As We Travel

Most roads aren’t

straight for long, but

it’s in the curves

that skills are tested 

and beauty can be found.