No gentle zephyr
fierce cold north wind rising
plum blossom blizzard
***
Graceful dance
twisting and turning slim cypress
welcome March
Already bees arrive
crowded around the old bowl
sipping deeply
Hearty survivors
rising from the nearly dead
Moonstruck
Dusky rose caterpillars
thick as my thumb
bursting impatiently
first pale blossoms emerge
bees will hum a song of praise
Second golden wave
rises shyly from the green
latecomer’s scent tendrils
drift on a gentle breeze
weaving through budding
branches~birds rejoice
this morning rain finally falls
gentle oh so gentle baptizing
all brave souls bursting into bloom
Love Lives On
She slipped away quietly
much too soon for those left behind
suddenly after weeks of drought
this morning even the heavens weep
may our loving memories of you
soothe aching broken hearts
bereft at this most grievous loss
beloved wife mother grandmother
dearest sister of the heart
may you rise high on angel wings
***
Last night I forgot to close the blinds
snuggled deep under the covers
falling asleep to the sound of rain
pounding heavily onto the roof
then waking to a light sky outside
rising ready to jump into a new day
but my clock showed only two am
gazing out I saw Luna peeked briefly
through veils of racing clouds
walking into the cool damp night
watching her play hide and seek
then returning to the warm house
stoking the still smoldering fire
back to life setting the clocks ahead
closing the blinds snuggling back
under the still warm covers to soon
woken by Ming’s plaintive cries
urgent whisker tickling head butting
prancing up and down on my pillow
WAKE UP......FEED ME....WAKE UP!!!
Paying homage to Luna
walking in her silvery light
robe clutched tightly
unable to resist her siren call
as she slowly sets in a mackerel sky
legs growing cold I dart back inside
but even here close to the warm fire
she peers through the narrow window
pale face glowing through the pine
then sinking behind tall spires of cypress
slipping slowly out of sight...moonstruck again
***
Self Isolation in Paradise
***
And yet life goes on
birds still sing their hearts out
bees gather at the edge of the bowl
resting and recharging while sipping water
doves coo woodpeckers hammer
hummingbirds squabble high pitched
squeaks of outrage in between sips
gray squirrel holds sunflower seeds
in tiny gray paws black eyes shining
Wisteria spills like lavender lace over
the small rustic gate to the garden
first roses unfurl their velvety petals
fragrant white lilac glows at twilight
as if nothing is amiss~because life goes on
***
How as women our brain so often lies to us
we’re not pretty enough young enough
seems like the lies just go endlessly on and on
looking back at pictures of myself
when I was young but thought myself ugly
now I see an attractive young woman
looking back at me and I am saddened
because I believed my brain’s message
that I was not and would never be enough
now as I look in the mirror growing old
wrinkles slowly changing everything
silver strands weaving through dark hair
wishing I would have loved myself more
back then when I was young....time flies
why waste it on worrying about an image
distorted by the ramblings of the inner voice
***
Native Flute gentle sounds
streaming from the little Bose
Petey dozes quietly now
hyperactivity finally at rest
music soothing the nervous beast
Warm bowl of comfort
on a cold comfort morning
afraid of the morning news
Bowing her head
kissed by a cruel late frost
crunchy petals
now weeping tiny tears
hoping the the sun will revive her
This morning’s frozen tulip......Warrior Queen!
Heart open wide
ready to bask
her moment in the sun
***
Self Isolation in Paradise
***
And yet life goes on
birds still sing their hearts out
bees gather at the edge of the bowl
resting and recharging while sipping water
doves coo woodpeckers hammer
hummingbirds squabble high pitched
squeaks of outrage in between sips
gray squirrel holds sunflower seeds
in tiny gray paws black eyes shining
Wisteria spills like lavender lace over
the small rustic gate to the garden
first roses unfurl their velvety petals
fragrant white lilac glows at twilight
as if nothing is amiss~because life goes on
***
How as women our brain so often lies to us
we’re not pretty enough young enough
seems like the lies just go endlessly on and on
looking back at pictures of myself
when I was young but thought myself ugly
now I see an attractive young woman
looking back at me and I am saddened
because I believed my brain’s message
that I was not and would never be enough
now as I look in the mirror growing old
wrinkles slowly changing everything
silver strands weaving through dark hair
wishing I would have loved myself more
back then when I was young....time flies
why waste it on worrying about an image
distorted by the ramblings of the inner voice
***
Native Flute gentle sounds
streaming from the little Bose
Petey dozes quietly now
hyperactivity finally at rest
music soothing the nervous beast
Warm bowl of comfort
on a cold comfort morning
afraid of the morning news
kissed by a cruel late frost
crunchy petals
now weeping tiny tears
hoping the the sun will revive her
This morning’s frozen tulip......Warrior Queen!
Heart open wide
ready to bask
her moment in the sun
