Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Just Deer Being Deer



Just Deer Being Deer

Their homes, their fields, and their forests
were dug up and taken over.
Now housing developments and condos sit
where once maple trees shaded clover.

They are forced to share our shrinking land.
Caught between living spaces--
farmers' fields and a few metroparks,
and overwhelmingly "civilized" places.

So they roam in our yards
and graze our garden plots,
because there is no room left for them
in their dwindling wildlife spots.

Their natural enemies are mostly gone.
They have learned to lose their fear
of the people whose yards in which they wander.
No one to blame. Just deer being deer.

Some people don't want to see the deer.
All they know is the damage they've done.
They grumble under their breath
about getting guns and making venison.

I like the deer, though, such graceful creatures,
with big, soulful, brown eyes.
They have long legs, and expressive faces,
and wear a camouflage disguise.

There must be some solution
where wildlife and man both win.
Maybe someday we can fix this mess
we've put them (and ourselves) in. 





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!"