©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Don’t like my style?
Then run away.
Don’t shake your head.
Don’t have your say.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image by Joseph LoRusso

Sometimes, in a cafe,
he gets hungry for
the red plate special.
Don’t make him blue.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Photo by Micah Tindell on Unsplash

When lightning strikes, it calls to mind
the scintillation that I find
in all those buzz sparks you ignite
the moment you burst into sight.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Michael Ramey on Unsplash

Life is a wet and dreary road,
oft traveled with a heavy load.
I rarely mind the soggy view
because I’m seated next to you.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Photo of farmland in SWEDEN
by Markus Ojanperä on Unsplash

I am from gentle ties that bind; from farmland and baked bread and small, sturdy hands, from goodness and grittiness, grounded in virtue and faith.

©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

Snow image from Andrew Wyeth – The Mill

I’ll take my snow behind a window, please.
Let it fall freely past the frosty pane,
whilst I sit in my parlor quite at ease,
boots dry, exempt from sidewalk, stairs, and lane.

©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

first love – first home

It was early days, year one.
Two dreamers at the
gate of wedded bliss.

©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

acceptance of adversity

The phone rings.
Innocence answers cheerfully,
vanishes on a sigh.

Lightning shouldn’t strike twice.
Children should be bulletproof.