Author Archives: janehwilson

They Tell Us It Will Come! Oh! Oh! Oh! There they are! What joy! What precious Hope they Bring! Less than one Quarter inch they are. After this frozen, Exhaustive, Bludgeoning Winter. Pushing sweetly through The ugly chain link fence … Continue reading →

They Tell Us It Will Come! Oh! Oh! Oh! There they are! What joy! What precious Hope they Bring! Less than one Quarter inch they are. After this frozen, Exhaustive, Bludgeoning Winter. Pushing sweetly through The ugly chain link fence … Continue reading →

Four Vases Four vases Rest in the drain board – Black, Yellow, White, My grandmother’s beautiful crystal. Two-dozen red roses – Some to compost, Some lovingly Drying in a bowl On my Aunt Clara’s Crocheted tablecloth On my dining room … Continue reading →

The Essential Kind I have a particular desire To fill my soul with more fire. Not the angry blow up “I hate you!” kind. Nor the cold controlled Gas logs behind a glass Wall kind. But the warm in the … Continue reading →

Silhouette                                     She darts by,                                   Alive and … Continue reading →

Uprooting Little wooden bridge over the reservoir, It will be a long time Until I see you again. Tomorrow my foot will Necessarily be broken, A cast applied, And I will go from Caretaker to care needer. A long winter’s … Continue reading →

Christmas Eve A luscious slippery chill Returns to the woods. An elegant winter white branch Has fallen across the leafy path. I pull it away so that others Can pass unobstructed. Silence, but for the occasional small bird Peeping in … Continue reading →

A Helping Hand It happened during the 5:00 commute. A glorious sunset. Five long lush cloudy fingers stretched across the sky Glowing oozy pink tipped white with lavender. Gathering me up. Filling me up. And this at the end of … Continue reading →

Wildlife What would happen to our Wayward Mister Petie Were he to, someday, Wit the sad reality – Wildlife is not his game? Wondering cat is all We know him true to claim. JEHW November 10, 2013

Steeples Steeples send my happy heart Spiraling straight back to Simpler, younger days when Sunday mornings were for Singing Songs and dressing up, Shiny shoes and petticoats. Sisters, three in the pew. JEHW November 10, 2013