My favourite season is springFlowers burst from the earth in joyTrees dress in the brightest green Birds sing the days awakeChildren play in the street outsideTheir laughter brightens my day My heart slowly exhales, releasesThe darkness of winter, i close my eyesWind blows the last clouds from my mind

It is so easy to forgetTo let joy take the driver's seatTo let what I love drive my dayAnd, instead, surrender to fear To let the thoughts overwhelmTo see only darknessOn a bright sunny dayTo lose myself completely I need to remember, I find truthWithin words of ancient wisdomSpeaking of letting go, simple joysAnd in...

The other day I write something about the fact that I didn't write much poetry anymore.  I really didn't like that feeling. I've always loved to write poetry, but then came my diagnosis and illness and I felt like I'd just lost my poetry.  Then I growled at myself, and wondered who said that.  Was it the mind that...

Your mind wants you to lose yourself In old emotions, past sadnesses To dwell in the fears you lived through The anger that rages inside, still Somewhere in a forgotten corner Your mind wants you to focus On the pain, the anxieties, the loss The fear of death, the unfathomable Circling thoughts, meandering rivers...

her voice knit mismatched words together and then she looked at me expecting an answer my mind spun seeking sense in words  from a mind's labyrinth altered by Alzheimer's Finally I grabbed her hand smiled and said nothing her face lit up it was the right answer

I came here for a poem To write what my soul says But invariably, I lose focus The world halts my words Cat snores, sun peeks over trees And I lose myself again In mindless stuff that means Nothing to the world, least of all me But it is addictive, the little things The way my pencil lies on my notepad The way the bird...

I am a collection of imperfections Like a jumble of jigsaw pieces That somehow all fit together into The flawed human being that's me And yet, in all my imperfections I am perfectly myself in all facets Shaped into one I am happy to be Smiling big as I write this poem I love my creative ideas, the sparks That fly as I...

My journal is in my lap An empty page awaits I twirl my pen between my fingers Stillness sets in my bones I write my joy In bright purple ink How can writing in this ink Be anything but joyful? My pen writes barely awake thoughts Ideas slip through my fingers And onto the eager paper The sheets rustle like leaves I...

Come take a walk with me, See our beautiful world through Eyes wide open to magic See all the trees in bright green Dressed up for a brand new spring Branches reaching out in celebration The fresh spring air is alive with joy Makes us giggle as we walk on Adventure awaits at the next turn Daffodils dance on the breeze...

It’s a quiet Friday evening And I sit, curled up in bed A cat sleeping on my leg Radiohead on, singing Nude I feel my vulnerability Dancing at the surface of The body I so gladly am A whole self in joy   I live in these songs I feel past selves moving Along to the beat, smiling Feeling one in each note

When I learned I have cancer I lost my words in the depth of sadness I lost my ability to inspire To write creative encouragement I ached for them, I needed them Like I would need shelter in a storm And then, something in me stirred Whispered that I maybe didn't allow them Words of pain and anger and grief Ached to be...

There are so many words here So many possibilities for Stories and poems The keyboard is silent It waits for my hands It waits for the furtive mind To spin stories, forge tales And when I start to type Keys flex under my fingers Their sound, joyful laughter