Sherry Chandler (bluegrasspoet)

Sherry Chandler

The rising sun ignites ice crystals on the kitchen window. The waning moon looks almost transparent against the blue sky.

Sherry Chandler

Snow clings to cedar and the dogwood's bare branches, a northwest wind sucks heat out of the house like a cat sucks a baby's breath.

Sherry Chandler

The full moon hangs west in a pitch black sky -- countless times I've caught sight of it out the window, always it takes my breath away.

Sherry Chandler

A drizzly day, droplets dangle the dogwood twigs until the drag of gravity prevails and they plummet. Everything else is still.

Sherry Chandler

The groundhog saw his shadow but I am suddenly seeing dead skunks in the road, their futile stench the first perfume of spring.

Sherry Chandler

A cardinal sings out in this overcast dawn & though I can't see him I can feel his red against the gray. He says Spring! on Groundhog's Day

Sherry Chandler

Rain clouds stack up low and cliched as a starving artist painting - their undersides the color and texture of elephant hide. #slowstone

Sherry Chandler

Fresh coffee beans. I plunge my nose into the open bag and breath deep. What need of poetry? #smallstone

Sherry Chandler

I crunch hotel ice-machine ice. It numbs my tongue & soothes a throat hot from happy hour spices. #smallstone

Sherry Chandler

Cirrus clouds drift across a pale sky. Wan sunlight shines through dirty windows, casts shadows on the floor. #smallstone

Sherry Chandler

Was that a flash? A thundering rumble answers yes, and then a rush of cloudburst on the shingles. #smallstone

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That should be #smallstone.

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Wow! thanks, Dave. My day is made.

Sherry Chandler

I pull the dusty journal from the back of the closet, open it to pages made lace by silverfish, read of 30-year-old dreams. *smallstone

Sherry Chandler

Dad used a cutthroat razor, wiped beard-peppered foam on newspaper. So the snow on grass looks today. #smallstone

Sherry Chandler

Three yellow daffodils bloom by the roadside, but the wind has turned west and snow blows. I enter the house and smell chili. #smallstone

Sherry Chandler

I glance out the window and am caught, dazzled as a deer by the spotlight of the moon. *smallstone

Sherry Chandler

The orange peeling crackles, fills my nails, scales my palm. I bite and sweet juice floods my tongue. #smallstone

Sherry Chandler

Yarn drags over my wise fingers that know how much tension to apply. The cold hook takes warmth from my pointer and thumb. #smallstone

Dave Bonta

Clear sky, brigh sun, and the temperature well about freezing. A crow's shadow scuds over what's left of the snow like a dark promise.