I went to Iowa last week to visit my brother and his family. I wrote these poems while I was in transit.
Blizzard Haiku
snow rages in the night
fierce winter winds howl and scream
clean, fresh, bright morning.
Seasoned Traveler
I wish I were one of those well-dressed travelers
Pea coat and set of matching luggage in toe
Bright, mascara'd eyes and sleek black boots.
But I am sweatpants and sneakers
Over-packed backpack
Knit cap and scarf.
I have spent too many hours in airports and train stations
For pretty sweaters and shiny heels.
Or maybe, I am not seasoned enough
Maybe, I have not yet learned the art.
