Poetry Is… An Invitation

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we crash, crowd and compete
but within our community,
we find our best selves

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Traces

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traces of last summer
salty longings
sharp edges

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Change Magic

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women can stand together
voices raised
our magic circles the globe

the Second Women’s March
on every continent
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Seeds in Snow

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icy snowbanks
may delay growth,
but not forever

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Inspiring Color

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Ideas last,
stick barnacle-fast,
and even dance
when asked.

So I write,
dawn to night,
just an idea
acolyte.

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Lights in a Storm

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When storms churn surf
and flood waters rise,
beacons of light
are as vital as breath.

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Siren Summer

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Summer’s Siren Song

makes me long for warmth
dream of hot sunshine
on my bare arms and remember
the relief of leaf-cast shade
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Purple is a Choice

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Choose Purple —
celebrate your mistakes,
own your struggle,
and honor your choices,
because that’s how we become
who we are meant to be:
victors.

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Winter Dandelion

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dandelion down,
its frozen petals and stem
hoard sunshine

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Icy Green Heart

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the forest’s green heart
taps an icy morse code,
calling the sun

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The Last Sunset

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afternoon,
icy winds rake the sand smooth
under sorbet skies

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Christmas Cheer

Lit Tree with Golden Bird, snowflake ball and frog prince

May your days be full of cheer
with everyone you hold dear
well and full of fun.
each and every one!

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