by Kelly

night winds whisper, warn

be thankful you’re inside, dry

big thunder brewing

by Kelly

so many mornings

disguised as evenings — I long

for 6 am sun

by Kelly

purple-hued storm clouds

I’m lucid in this moment

Iowa road trip

by Kelly

mothering a dog

through the year’s first thunder storm —

shhhh, it’s okay, shhhh

by Alison

we stop bickering

over the failed fritatta

when the storm arrives

The news from Chile is eclipsing the news from New Hampshire.
Alison is still without power, I’m assuming, otherwise she’d be
posting her own little poems. The last time we spoke, her cell phone
was almost out of juice. However . . .

Haiku Must Go On!

And so … once again, I’ve penned a short verse in Alison’s honor:

She’s sick of playing

Little House on the Prairie.

When can she go home?

Alison is still without power.
I penned this haiku in her honor
based off a conversation
we had on the phone two days ago.

digging up her past –

in Girl Scouts she learned how to

start and stoke a fire

Alison doesn’t

have electricity due

to a big snow storm.

by Kelly

four Minnesotans

engaged in small talk trash talk

the snow wimps out East