Category: <span>A Poem</span>

These Santa Barbara County mountains,
east facing, their backs to the ocean, stand
like monster waves about to fall onto the land.
Beach parks fill with weekenders
even though pandemic cases have doubled.
How long has it been since we were able 
to take breaths of gratitude and now
another mass shooting of innocents?

Copyright Gudrun Mouw

A Poem

A calm, overcast morning casts
a welcome change. Alas, no needed rain
only a hint of moisture, yet I linger
over a second warm cup.

This is the world of my life:
quiet, grateful and old. May all be
greater than less. May all be kinder
than unkind.

A Poem

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Wind has seeded spring with Lupine, Poppies,
and Purple Sage. The sun is warm, but cold breezes
bring anxious news of the world’s worst,
current and violent dictator. April flies in every direction.
Be ready….May impatience flip to mercy.

-Gudrun Mouw

A Poem

March, 2022




Courage! A big north wind has
invaded our land. Chill attacks
my bones. The world crashes
into conflict. Humans die;
many more injured
for life.





(c) Gudrun Mouw

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October has passed. That bomb cyclonedidn’t get us. A month of forgivenesshas passed. I forgave myself and others. Now here is November’s Balanced State,

calm and cool. Our mini meadow greens
from rain in recent weeks.After many drought months—a sweet revival.

November, 2021(c) Gudrun Mouw

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we drink ocean air

refreshed by breeze

and October sun.


So far I am surviving

another nightmare

of bullies, liars and cheaters.

Oct. 13, 2021(c) Gudrun Mouw

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