to live in snow globe

winter night’s velvet-soft silence

shaken…

startle-dark rumble of snow thunder births

frosty six-pointed stars in original designs

       to flutter-twirl down…

                 graceful ballet dancers

dressed in dazzle-white tutus,

       falling into drifts…

their collective diamond-glitter fluff reflects

as sun’s morning rays break into joyful applause!

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Kim invites dVerse poets to write about our experience of snow…or the way i like to experience it 🙂

backyard sighting

image from Vecteezy by Khoirul Arif

wing feathers beat air

sharp eyes, beak, talons focus

eagle swoops on field


Surprised by bald eagle swooping down from sky to field in our backyard…did not get a photo through window!

will bearded lady sing?

This week the U.S. Supreme Court heard a case about transgender men in women’s sports but the lawyer could not define a woman legally. In a Senate hearing on abortion rights, a senator questioned a female doctor if men can get pregnant and she could not answer yes or no.


beauty in diversity exists;
does not require extremism

but confusion and chaos
reign in rainbow la la land

where scientists cannot
define a man or woman;

logic is left lying in dust,
basic biology debunked.

gender?? pretend it’s fluid
while culture drowns in

silly sea of semantics;
riptides of asexual revolt.

denying reality doesn’t
make dreams materialize

confused youth deserve
compassion, not reasons

for mutilation; tell us why
“trans” suicide rate is high?


Linking to OLN with dVerse poets were Lillian hosts with ekphrastic prompt. Painting entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals” by Frantisek Kupka, 1910-11.

I find the online stories of detransitioners like Chloe Cole, Christina Hineman, Prisha Mosley, and Lex Renick very compelling.

[cornerstone]


make one bad decision
or follow foolish friends
and train ride ends with
[ time inside the walls ]

hyper little boy in glasses
grew to be prison chaplain
found his niche ministering
[ to guys inside the walls ]

they have watched men die
but won’t cry except when
another sinner is baptized;
[ set free inside the walls ]

we’ve been taken through
frisked before entering gate
blessed to worship too with
[ church inside the walls ]


Melissa hosts poetics at the pub with Johnny Cash singing his Folsom Prison Blues…

joy ride


“Time goes faster the older you get”
i realize it’s true, especially the good times

meandering multiplied (s)miles,
you and i on camping road trips;
every curve reveals

another vista of love’s wonder upon
bespectaculared smiling blue eyes,
mirror pools of creation’s beauty.


Quadrilles and smiles with De and dVerse poets today 🙂

acrostic affection

graphic from vecteezy.com

All of you are the
best-loved grand
child, of course!
Dearest of dears,
each of you is a
favorite of ours.
Goodness knows
how much we’re
incredibly blessed
just to personally
know you and your
luminous parents!
Sweetest peeps,
never doubt that
our love for you all
pulses on forever.
Quite naturally and
rather proudly, we
say your genes and
talents are amazing,
understandably so!
Valentines of mine, I
will cover you with
xxxx and oooo as
you grow mature,
zip-lining into life!

______________

Linking to dVerse where Laura hosts MTB…

waiting for epiphany

Frank hosts haibuns for first dVerse prompt of new year…


Covenant promises were broken and son’s family torn apart by unwanted divorce. Our extended family suffers open wound of missing member, like amputation of limb. Love betrayed, life upended, dreams died. No wonder God hates divorce. It wasn’t His plan.

We witness son’s pain and his own sad choices. Too many words, not enough action. Bitterness and resentment move in like unwelcome squatters. Children confused by chaos that’s no fault of their own but caused by adults not adulting.

Difficult emotional journey for all. Loyalties forced to change. Lifestyles rearranged. The mother of our grandchildren remarries; estranged and stranger to us. Doors closed and locked. Yet, we love our grands…hope new family succeeds?!

_______

leave the past behind

beautiful wedding photo

how must i forgive?

sin’s web

Photo by Rafael Garcin on Unsplash

_______

“to err is human”

we’re easily entangled

one mistake…ruin.

________

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” Proverbs 4:23 (NIV)

trusting, tried & true


oh JOY, joy, joy threefold

we celebrate this day

as year is growing old

oh joy, JOY, joy threefold

may our own faith be bold

God hears us when we pray

oh joy, joy, JOY threefold

we celebrate this day!


Much to celebrate this season with Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day. Our family also celebrates three milestones for our newest granddaughter, Maggie Mae: healthy birth (Nov. 28), successful heart surgery (Dec. 12), and homecoming (Dec. 24)! Thank you for your prayers.

when storm subsides

photo by Valerie Hoffman

bark shrill in pale sky

damp chill creates twin sun dogs

guard stark winter day


Christmas lessons & carols

At dVerse poets , we look back on 2025 for the last poetics prompt of the year…


Looking back in rearview mirror,

on events of past month of year,

swipe tissue under blurry eyes

and serve up slice of humble pie.

Sweet baby, born before her time,

fits beautifully in family line

but tiny heart anomaly

means coming home not yet to be.

God, in his wisdom, has a plan

higher than that of mortal man;

helpless we feel to watch and wait

while surgeon’s skills work delicate.

Magdalena will live her name

demonic power of death won’t reign;

her will to live is stubborn, strong

her parents, faith-full, walk along.

Grandparents care for brother, Gid

( and wonder at precocious kid! )

family and friends all watch and pray,

believe in miracles today!

patchwork friends

our friendship, not hemmed in
by time or location, offers ample
ease for plenty of free movement.
we started on school bus, bobbin’
as fresh-facing kindergarteners;
as middle schoolers, we darted
on bicycles to local pharmacy,
spacious park or shopping mall
to gather summer memories. in
high school and college, took
backstitch or two along the way,
but eventually stood witness as
each took vows binding ourselves
to husbands (promises we’ve kept).
an old favorite friendship that can
stretch seamlessly across the years
and distance; comfortable and warm
as a patchwork quilt; hearts appliqued
with sisterly love, lined with laughter,
covered with grace-patterned shalom.


For my dear friend, Joyce

Joining with dVerse Poets to “sew” some poetry together!

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