I write about loss, memory, and the strange humor that keeps us alive. My poems wander between grief and the grace of nature, often pausing to laugh at life.
New England autumn...sights and smells that transpose into memories held from times gone by. The warmth from these memories is enough to warm a body on a crisp chilly morning, when the smell of smoke from a wood burning stove comforts the heart. Paula, your words paint images so beautifully.
