This is the season my hyacinths bloom in their bulb glasses. Some yellow narcissus like tiny daffodils are nestled in large dishes covered with clear marbles and pebbles. Their scent is welcome in winter. This poem is in my third book, All in Measure: A Book of Hours 2020-2022. Bundle up and stay dry for next … More Paperwhite Narcissus: January, 2024 Featured Poem
Dear Friends, This is a pandemic poem you might enjoy which did not fit into my newest book of poetry: All in Measure: A Book of Hours, 2020-2022. You can order the book at any bookstore or online. As I went to Amazon just now for the link I discovered that it is free on … More My Husband Studies Spanish in the Pandemic: September, 2023 Featured Poem
And it is still raining! In January I was so busy editing my new book All in Measure: A Book of Hours, 2020-2022 I missed posting a poem. Yet another storm is passing through the Bay Area. Snow on unexpected hills. Even more trees uprooted or branches broken. When we first moved here, California the … More Rain –– February, 2023 Featured Poem
I hope you are having happy holidays. This is a special time time with family and friends, past and present. My birthday was a big one this year! Of course, a poem. I wish for you and yours a marvelous New Year and for the world, a year of peace and justice. Thank you for … More Turning Seventy — December, 2022 Featured Poem
Growing up in New England, over 50 miles from the ocean, fog was rare and exotic weather when I was growing up. My Dad would tell me about the pea soup fog in London and I imagined getting lost. Living in San Francisco, 2 miles from the ocean fog is a very frequent visitor and … More The Fog Speaks –– October, 2022 Featured Poem
This poem was inspired by a line from ” On Prayer” by Czeslaw Milosz. He was a marvelous Nobel Prize-winning Polish-American Poet. My parents grew up with summers on Long Island Sound. When getting ready to retire, they bought a sailboat. Mom felt that the salt water could cure anything. I visited and sailed with … More “If There Is No Other Shore” July,2022 Featured Poem
It is still spring here in San Francisco. My mother taught me how to “force” bulbs, and to bring in sprays of forsythia which she left in the cloisonne vase on the piano to develop buds and bright yellow cascades of flowers. I think of her in spring and her love of flowers. Even in … More Narcissus — April, 2022 Featured Poem
Many of us have lived with or still enjoy old dogs. I remember my childhood dog, India, with this poem. If you had not heard, there are more dogs than children in San Francisco. I see a bunch of them out my window at the park all day. Sometimes they come at late dusk or … More Grandmother–Featured Poem for March, 2022
Lilacs are special flowers for me. I grew up with three shades of lilac bushes around our house. They come in lilac-lilac, deep purple and white and smell ever so slightly different, or so I imagined. T.S.Eliot’s poems made an early impression on me and I appreciated his use of lilacs evoking the wild, mystical, … More What Did The Scrub Jay Notice?Featured Poem for February, 2022
It has been eight months since I started feeding the hummingbirds. I hung a feeder on the deck railing off our living room. The garden is two flights of stairs below so they often fly up from beneath to perch and drink. Being a Massachusetts girl, even after over forty years in California, I worried … More Sharing–Featured Poem for December, 2021
Heather Saunders Estes 