Poetry ~ Wintering

Our home in the Okanogan Highlands
i am wintering
in a cedar-shingled chalet
in the northern highlands

mindful of a waning eventide
as a ribbon of light waxes
on the distant horizon

tethered to the land
by drifts of snow
and icy roads 

i am wintering
in the still and silent beauty
of winter

Poetry ~ Fierce

i am an old house
fierce, proud,
steady, and strong
i lean into the wind
i may crack and whistle
i may splinter and moan
yet i will not waiver
i am the "people's" home
Old House in Wind 1906 – CF William Mielatz
This poem was inspired by
recent events in our nation's capital
and this sketch by CF William Mielatz , 
which can be found
in the Smithsonian American Art Museum. 

Poetry ~ Haunted Legacy

In the last days
before the ending
he anguished. 
Haunted by a public life,
lived on the wrong side of history,
isolated by privilege,
entrenched in an old-world ethos,
he lacked the perspective to see
the interconnected reality
of the human experience. 
His legacy haunts history
reaching its long arm 
into present day
where a once great
nation remains divided.