Nature inspires my poetry, nature and the beautiful sights I see whether on a hike or right outside my window.
I wrote this poem on one of those brilliantly sunny, winter days when all the icicles were melting, and I could feel the warmth of the sun through the glass. As much as I enjoy our Syracuse winters, on this day I was dreaming about spring.
I love the challenge of writing poetry. It forces me to crystalize my thoughts and select just the right words to convey them. I have to think about the words' meanings and also the artistry of how they work together, how they sound when read aloud. It is very satisfying when the right words finally come together.
Early morning sun.
Melts snow to liquid silver
and as icicles gleam, I dream.
