Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Parade of One

Parade of One

Fireflies light the way at dusk
for a parade of one,
a lone lady bicyclist
winding her way along the trail through the park.

Black-eyed Susans and Queen Anne's lace,
the official representatives of summer,
firmly rooted in their spots in the judges' booth,
nod and wave at her as she pedals past.

Street lamps stand at attention along the route
lighting up one by one as the sun goes down, 
keeping her safe in the spotlight.

Brightly colored zinnias and golden coreopsis
perch eagerly next to the curb,
like children waiting for candy to be thrown.

Cicadas cling to their front row seats,
in the canopy of trees above.
Their deafening buzz,
a continuous applause.

Like swirling black confetti, 
bats swoop and spin through the air above and in front of her.
They are her own personal secret service, 
winged security dining on the mosquitoes,
so they won't dine on her.

Across the street at the edge of the park,
four deer are grazing in the golden field.
Their tawny sides make them nearly invisible.
They slowly lift their heads and watch 
as she passes by them.

The biggest doe snorts and mutters under her breath,
"You'd think she could oil that squeaky pedal.
She spoils the tranquility every time she rides by here.
Every single time!"

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Roadside Reminder

Update:  Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men.  Things didn't work out for us to buy the house that I posted a picture of here a couple of posts ago.  So we are starting over again with our house hunting.  We are hoping to turn this minor setback into an opportunity to find something we love even more.  Stay tuned!


And now for something completely different!* 

Roadside Reminder

Love Bugs in rainbow colors
in a bizarre roadside tower
(like kindergarten blocks
piled in a precarious stack)
make me wonder 
if some folks-- 
where they should have brains--
instead have rocks!
(and good sense they quite obviously lack).
Then I smile at the whimsy
of these creative folks
(who stack cars by the road like blocks),
and I'm grateful they're around
to make me laugh 
and remind me
that sometimes it does us good 
to approach life from a different angle
and go off on the unbeaten track.

*with a small nod to Monty Python's Flying Circus fans everywhere

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Boxes, Boxes, Everywhere!

Boxes, Boxes, Everywhere!

Boxes, boxes everywhere,
piled in a heap.

Boxes, boxes everywhere,
stacked up chin deep.

Boxes, boxes everywhere,
filled with things we want to keep.

Boxes, boxes everywhere.
I even see them in my sleep!