Iowan spring day
rolling fields, flower filled trees
nothing else like it

cuddles from Nutmeg
sweet kitty, licking my wounds
taking care of me

my hero taught me
power of positive thought
I love you, Grandma

warm summer evenings
make June full of adventure
chasing fireflies

a double major
religion and theatre
closely related

sprouts poke through the earth
May is the heart of Springtime
making the earth green

trying out my hand
origami and haiku
constantly learning

children in April
with raincoat and umbrella
on their way to school

no doubt it's an art
to catch the bus in the winter
without catching cold

the March lion roars
storms turn to gentle showers
lion becomes lamb

gently curled petal
a droplet of dew slides down
Mother Nature's bath

February morn
the groundhog sees his shadow
more winter to come

flipping over rocks
happily swimming around
my little goldfish

January first
sun peeks over snow-capped trees
dawn of a new year

blistering days drag
on forever, still I'm found
clinging to August

it's just when I thought
all hope was lost, did my past
and future arrive