Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Another Step, Another Stage

Another Step, Another Stage

As long as there are those who love me,
and the sun still shines above me,
I won't worry about my age.
It's just another step, another stage.
Quite clearly, this is how it's supposed to be.

My knees can no longer be trusted.
My dreams? They need to be dusted.
My joints are achy.
My hands are shaky.
Like the Tin Man, I fear I have rusted.

Still, I have a stack of books to read,
and there's hot tea in my cup--what more do I need?
There's music to listen to and art to create,
so what do I care if the hour grows late?

I miss the days of feeling bold and sure.
My insignificance grows the more I mature.
swear I am still young inside,
and I do try to take aging in stride,
but being a grownup has lost its allure.

As long as there are those who love me,
and the sun still shines above me,
I won't worry about my age.
It's just another step, another stage.
Quite clearly, this is how it's supposed to be.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

A Closer Look

A Closer Look

I walked along the flower trail,
finding joy in each detail.
I was the only one around,
(I thought),
but then I heard a buzzing sound.
After taking a closer look,
let me tell you what I found!

Two bees danced around the morning glories




and another around the daisies.


Black-eyed Susans were quite an attraction
to lightning bug ...


and spider action...


and to an inchworm measuring, measuring 
fraction by fraction.


A wee, green bug perched on a purple petal...




while a beetle with spots 
chose orange 
as the place to settle.


A green and black 
dragonfly fellow
stood out clear and bold 
against his choice of yellow,


but his brother nearby 
could barely be seen
hiding in plain sight 
against the green.


A Mourning Cloak 
with ragged wings 
lit on a plain leaf nearby


while against the glory of a lily 
lounged a common housefly.


All of them among the flowers:
 butterfly, beetle, and bee
add to the details that delight me
 and make for good company.