I’m Off…

I'm off to draw and knit at will Where life will lead, my days to fill. A week, a month, I cannot say I'm going into the field to play. There are yarns to knit and lines to draw... ...weaving them in a bouquet to enthrall as I scurry about the rough hewn path; amid … Continue reading I’m Off…

Thoughts on this Gray Dreary Day

Sun of Yore   I woke and sunshine filled the room Though dark, memories of sun pervaded the gloom For yesterday, the world was bright Warm rays danced on all in sight.   Yet as I stepped outside my door A tinkling sound heard too often before Ushered in the gray of winter days Snuffing … Continue reading Thoughts on this Gray Dreary Day

Macy’s Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except Macy the Mouse. She stuffed all the stockings with things she had made— Lovely gifts for her friends, yet few pennies she paid. When out of the window a rosy glow revealed, Not a sleigh, but a manger and … Continue reading Macy’s Christmas

A Connection

A Connection Was I cut open so that books could come out? Or was it to make me an open book, my stories to rout? To then be stitched up like the spine of a book— held together when open, is that what it took? To have a permanent spout for books to come out? … Continue reading A Connection

The apple doesn’t fall far…

In My Mama’s Clothes It used to be, long ago, in clothes she made I wore Dresses then, jumpers too knickers and a pinafore. And as I grew, close to her size her very own clothes she gave Passed down to me, so I could be stylish—my money to save. There’s more to this than … Continue reading The apple doesn’t fall far…

I would be…

Bird in Winter That bird out there, he thinks it’s Spring! In frigid frost his pipes do sing. Through the dark night he carries his tune. As morn reveals the barren waste, he croons. He seems unaffected by Winters’ harshness. Does he not see the bare trees leafless? He chirps on though cold he must … Continue reading I would be…

Macy the Mouse-Part Two

Macy the Mouse lives in Genevieve’s house right under the living room chair. She darts in and out, dodging yarn balls about but can’t quite make it up the stair. So downstairs she stays, knowing Genevieve’s ways are similar to her own. They both love to make, for making’s sake. To give or to keep … Continue reading Macy the Mouse-Part Two

Woolly Worm Considerations

**From my recently published book of rhyming words, Words On A Line. Woolly Predictions As Autumn began to fall in these parts Across my path a woolly albino darts. Or rather chugs across where my feet will fall Announcing in fur a mild winter for all. But lo, as I walk through Autumn’s blaze, I … Continue reading Woolly Worm Considerations

Words On A Line

So I was out a 'walking... Sounds like the start of one of my other poems, but really and truly, these things happen while I'm on my walks! Crazy, huh? I got the idea to publish a little book of rhyming words by thinking about the question: What would I title a book of poetry … Continue reading Words On A Line

Call Me Crazy

I know you'll think me crazy But this is what I do ... I love to make and shape things: A painting. A book. Or two. Or three or more ... what shall I say? It's all so fun to me! So you can call me crazy-- My family does already! -jpe 11/20/2013 **Ahem. Well, … Continue reading Call Me Crazy