Why These Five?

The poems on the right are orphans.

Not in a tragic Dickensian sense, but more in a “buried somewhere around page 37 of the archives where nobody is ever finding them again” sense.

Search engines are actively disliking orphaned content. Readers are rarely stumbling across it. After spending hours writing a poem, I am definitely praying it receive an occasional visitor instead of spending eternity alone in a dusty corner of the internet.

So, each Friday, I am rounding up a few related poems, giving them a temporary foster home, and introducing them to one another. If that is happening to improve my site’s internal linking structure and search visibility, well, that’s the point.

I’m Fostering these Five Poems

• Replenish
  Streams retreat. Fields dry. Soil cracks. This poem reflects on drought, responsibility, and the work required to restore what we too often take for granted.
• Just Breathe
  Between wildfire smoke and cultural noise, sometimes survival begins with a single breath. This poem is a reminder to slow down, step back, and find a little room to breathe.
• Pique
  A single spark can change an entire landscape. This poem reflects on wildfire season, the damage left behind, and the work required to reclaim blue skies and smoke-free nights.
• Wanting Skies
  Clouds gather. The earth waits. This brief poem captures the anticipation that comes before long-awaited rain.
• Where is the Snow?
  Sixty-two degrees in late December sounds pleasant until you start asking questions. This poem reflects on a strangely warm Christmas season and the absence of the snow that once seemed guaranteed.