Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Chasing the Whim


Chasing the Whim

As two ducks glide silently by,
I watch in envy 
through a fence of briers.
I long to escape 
my tangle of thorns
and swirl through the eddies
past the rooted barbed wires.
And when tired of swimming;
to take wing on a whisper--
becoming one with the fliers.
Embracing the sky 
and chasing the whim 
of wispy clouds and secret desires.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Two Deer in a Field

Two Deer in a Field

If you pass by, you might see them in the wheat field--
a doe and her fawn at the edge of the pine,
blending in with the last gold of sunlight.
Still, graceful, cautious, grazing,
peaceful creatures, seeming somehow--divine.

A glimpse of them is a gift, a reward to those who take notice 
of the things that some never see.
The doe keeps a watchful eye. On guard, alert,
while the fawn frolics a bit, heels kicked up,
celebrating, joyful, carefree.

As you watch the deer, you feel a little lighter too.
Your heart is happy; your step has a little more spring.
Calm settles over you, and it's surprising.
Who knew? 
Who knew how much joy two deer in a field could bring?

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Buds in the Snow


Buds in the Snow

They arise unwavering, proud and determined.
In defiance, they lift their pointed green heads.
Their leaf spears stand guard circled around them,
as they claim their spot in the spring flower beds.

They take no heed of the surrounding snow.
They pay no mind to the cold, wet white.
They pull their strength from the ground below them
and reach above to the warm sunlight.




Note: The photo above was taken two days ago.  All of the snow here has since melted. I am hoping this will be the last of the snow for this season!!

Monday, March 10, 2014

Crocus Hocus Pocus



Crocus Hocus Pocus

It's hard to believe that last week 
this spot was covered with snow.

And now look--NOW LOOK!! 
There in the sticks. Do you see it? 
This just goes to show--you never know 
what might be waiting patiently, 
growing down below.

When winter is dragging on, 
seeming never to end, 
think of the crocus.

Think of the crocus. Think of the crocus, 
and its amazing, delightful hocus-pocus.

Think of the crocus. Think of the crocus! 
Don't forget! Don't lose your focus!

 Winter might cling and linger, 
but it will eventually slither away; 
and then those delicate petals will unfurl. 

Flashing in triumphant lavender and gold -- 
"ALAKAZAM HOCUS-POCUS!
BEHOLD THE CROCUS!"


Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Kitchen Memories

Kitchen Memories

When I think about her kitchen,
I can still see her in it,
up to her elbows, kneading bread,
flour rising in little puffs from the counter,
while she punched and folded the ball of dough.
She'd let it rise then in a glass bowl. 
It was white on the inside; 
the outside was striped in red.
She'd cover the bowl with a dish towel.
"Why do you do that?" I asked.
"That will keep it warm," she said.
Sunny yellow curtains were hanging
on the windows above the sink.
Her view, our back yard: 
the old maple tree was straight ahead.
Off to the right, the swing set where we played.
Off to the left, irises,tulips, and peonies in the flower bed.
She'd half sing and half hum to herself
the song that had played the day she was wed.
"I love you truly, truly dear."
And when I remember her sweet voice,
hear it playing softly in my head,
I wonder what  kitchen memories
my sons will have of me
in the heart of our home
where problems were solved,
parties were planned,
and prayers were said.
Will they remember coloring Easter eggs?
Baking brownies and cutting out sugar cookies?
I hope they remember most the love and the fun we had.
And the good feelings that came from having a family 
where our hearts were full and our bellies were well-fed.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

(Does anyone want to come over for a hot tub party?)








Tick Tock, Tick Tock

A snow plow rumbles down the street:
the blade in front is banging and scraping the asphalt.
Shovels in the hands of neighbors
are scooping and and clanging and scratching 
across driveways and sidewalks,
clearing the way, making a path.
Snow blowers are roaring,
cutting through the drifts 
of encroaching white.
We're fighting back, 
reclaiming what is ours.
We've chosen our weapons,
and we are taking a stand!
Our noises are like a trumpet sound of victory,
but the best noise of all,
barely audible,
is the steady drip, drip, drip, drip
of the icicles hanging from the gutters at roof's edge.
Never missing a beat,
(drip, drip, drip, drip),
the icicles, 
nature's metronomes,
are counting down the moments 
until spring returns.
We won't be defeated. Time is on our side.
Victory will be ours!
Drip, drip, drip, drip.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Your Words

Your Words

Be careful with your words.
Watch which ones you say,
or they may come back to haunt you
in an unsuspecting way.

Your words can be a weapon.
Your words can be a tool.
Your words can make you look quite wise
or like the biggest fool.

Choose them very carefully.
Choose who hears them too.
Give your word to those you trust,
and they'll be true to you.

Your words can trip you up
if you've strung them into lies.
Your words will sometimes contradict
what you're saying with your eyes.

Words can help you share your love
or reveal a deep desire.
Your words can incite a riot,
break a heart, or inspire.

Your words can be a comfort;
help to soothe, calm, and heal.
Your words can be an oath,
a vow to seal the deal.

If the words you choose to use
are the kindest you can find,
you'll never wish to take them back;
erase, delete, or hit rewind.