Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Fed-up Flamingo


Fed-up Flamingo

Distraught and beady-eyed,
the shy, fed-up flamingo
frowned at her image 
in the water down below.
"Why me?" she cried,
 as she peered and sighed
at her backward knees
and purple-webbed toes.
"I hate being a flamboyant,
fluorescent freak.
How I wish I could be sophisticated,
elegant, and sleek.
I just want to hide!
Humph!
There's no chance of that, 
everyone knows,
not with these garish wings, 
pink feathers for clothes!
Oh, if only they could be shiny and black, 
refined and glistening,
like the ravens and crows!"


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 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.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Just Call Me "Miss September"

So this is something new. I'm a calendar girl now.  Yes, that's right. I'm Miss September 2014 (sort of). Believe me, I'm as surprised as you are!  Do you remember that song, "Calendar Girl" by Neil Sedaka? That song has been going through my head. Let me set your mind at ease.  There's no need to worry. I haven't turned into a pinup girl in the true sense of the word, and you aren't going to find a picture of me wearing a bathing suit hanging on the wall in some mechanic's garage. Everyone should be very thankful for that.

What you will find is a head shot of me above a poem I wrote accompanied by a lovely photo of a grasshopper sitting on a coleus plant.  My poem titled "Sir Hopper of Coleus" is featured for the month of September in the 2014 Digging to the Roots calendar created by the charitable organization called Writers Rising Up. If you are interested, here's a little bit about this organization from their website:

"We encourage a deeper understanding and participation in environmental stewardship. Through the literary arts at community events, contests, workshops, literary performances, interpretive installations and publications, our focus is on nature education and writing. We promote writers who associate their work to cultural, spiritual and social connections to place, the land, natural habitat, including flora, fauna and wetlands."

The calendar is a lovely collection of nature photos accompanied by poems inspired by the photos. If anyone is interested in seeing the photos and reading the poems and/or having a copy of the calendar for his or her very own, it is available to be downloaded and printed for free at this link:  2014 Digging to the Roots calendar.  Even if you don't want or need a calendar printed up, you might enjoy taking a look at these beautiful photos and reading the accompanying poems. I am very excited to have my poem in this calendar published by this worthy organization.