Monday, April 15, 2019

Magnolia Miracles


Magnolia Miracles

Like hands clasped in prayer,
magnolia buds appeared,
promising the hope of renewal.
Then the sun broke through 
and the clouds cleared.
Prayers were answered
as the petals opened wide,
offering exuberance, 
and second chances...
to breathe, seek joy, 
and be glorified.










This magnolia tree is in my new next door neighbor's front yard! In the photo below, you can see the front of my house next door with the yellow forsythia bushes forming a hedge along the side of it.




Sunday, March 31, 2019

April Fool's Day Hoax


April Fool's Day Hoax

Snow has returned
in an early April Fool's Day hoax.
"Don't we deserve a reprieve?"
We ask the TV weatherman. 
We plead. We coax.

But the grass and trees 
that were turning green
have become instead
a cold, soft, white scene.

Spring is shy 
against winter's hold.
This frozen air 
is getting old! 

I know the snow 
will melt before long,
but until then, 
all this white is wrong!

Let's hope this is 
winter's last wheezing gasp.
Pray the sun breaks through 
winter's clinging grasp.

I suppose 
I will love spring 
all the more.
When it returns 
outside my door.

Like others, 
I have a habit of wanting 
what I have not,
instead of being grateful 
for what I have got.



Monday, March 11, 2019

Settling In


Settling In

Checking out new places,
arranging and rearranging spaces,
moving closer to familiar faces,
we've made the leap to a new home!

Packing, moving, and unpacking each box,
getting new keys and testing the locks,
organizing everything from soup spoons to socks,
we've settled in, quieting the urge to roam.

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   Hello friends! Please excuse my long absence from blogging. My husband has retired, and we have moved to a new home in a small city east of Cleveland. We now live nearby to family members and are looking forward to this next chapter in our lives. We still have many boxes to unpack, but we are slowly getting things arranged and settling in. The picture above is of our new home. 

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Meeting Amelia


Meeting Amelia

It is such a thrill to meet you,
to see the wonder in your bright eyes,
like your Daddy's--soft cornflower blue.

Tiny wisps of red hair escape the hospital hat,
striped in white and blue and pink.
I have a granddaughter...imagine that!

This is a sacred moment for me, to hold you now.
You, cooing and content, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito.
Me, overwhelmed with delight, sighing a whispered, "Wow." 






Thursday, January 10, 2019

Hide and Seek


Hide and Seek

All those years ago, with my nose pressed
against the rough bark of our backyard maple tree,
I cupped my hands over closed eyes,
showing I couldn't see.

I counted out loud, "...48, 49, 50.
Here I come, ready, or not!"
Opening my eyes, turning from the tree,
I saw no one, but I took off running,
searching each hiding spot.

All these years later,
I have no hiding space.
Knowing I can't see,
I search for comfort, peace, and grace.

Out of control, like a beating drum,
time keeps counting down.
All I can do is get up each day,
take off running, and say,
"Ready or not, here I come!"

Thursday, December 6, 2018

A Passing Storm


A Passing Storm

Clouds: big, dark, and heavy lumbered across the sky---
a herd of grey elephants, weary from a long trek, 
trumpeting thunder.
Two angry bulls stirred up a skirmish while charging.
Their white tusks clashed and cracked---
lightning flashes broke the sky.
The elephants swirled around each other, 
with ears flapping and trunks and tails swinging in the wind.
Chaos ruled the herd as the elephants scattered in the confusion.
Some stumbled into the river, splashing and thrashing,
sending soaking rains down to the earth below.
The herd stampeded away spraying water everywhere
until at last the rain stopped, and there was nothing left... 
but the rumble of their feet in the distance.

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Can you see the herd of elephants in the bottom part of the clouds in the picture above?


This poem was inspired by a post on Linda's blog. Thanks, Linda!

Monday, November 5, 2018

That Pivotal Moment


That Pivotal Moment

Red bushes are burning.
Sugar maples are ablaze.
Cool air invigorates.
Ahh, rejuvenation!
Welcome back, 
autumn days.


Spirits are revived.
Each step falls lighter.
An end and a beginning
merge into one,
and that pivotal moment
couldn't be brighter.