Spain.

To Mother Nature

This poem is for the

one who makes wind, rain,

the mud I squish in 

between toes on summer 

days spent with

mountain men on a 

trail going north through 

your fine forests.

I sing of you, the one 

who has the sun on 

my head, hemlocks overhead,

the great blue heron in my view

on a path so many take but

never finish.

I hike this hike 

just for you, 

so to see all of you, 

the one who paints the 

earth, who paints

the sky.

I think of you, only

of you as I 

taste your honeysuckles, 

berries, purple 

violets you give

when light, rain, 

air touched dirt----

And I wrote a poem.

-"To Mother Nature" won second place in the Clay County Historical and Arts Council (Adult) Poetry Contest in 2014. 

http://nancysimpson.blogspot.com/2014/05/clay-county-poetry-contest-its-tie-for.html

Black Cow

Previously published in "Third Wednesday"

Wild Weed

Previously published in "Third Wednesday", a literary journal based in Michigan.

Red Fox

Sun Worshippers

Burning bacon reminds me of their skins.
I stand alone in sleeves, sunscreen, sunglasses.
Not the life of this party as others soak away in
sunrays hot enough to sizzle three inch steaks.

Sacrificing body parts, beauty for sun. Their lonely
world wrapped around sun tan lotion, flipping, turning
trading age for rays.

Previously published online at http://www.redriverreview.com/

Vulture