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 I had deserted my blog several years ago, a place I used to share my writing, quick poems and photos mostly. Today I am attempting to get my mojo back, returning once again, placing my small offerings all together in one place. 

Wish me luck

August Elfje 2023

 Glowing

winding themselves

grasping at everything

reaching toward the sky

GLORIES

August Elfje 2023

 Towering 

delectable treat

before and after

powdered sugar snow storm

MT.BLANC

August Elfje 2023

Turning

even buds

follow the sun

from sunrise to sunset

SUNFLOWERS

August Elfje 2023

Dropping
explosive noises
leaves float silently
fruits bang coming down

ACORNS 

 

           

NOVEMBER & DECEMBER 2020

 

Regally surveying

his creek side domain

no longer young

but neither are we

aging gracefully together

One bright eye

turned up to celestial blue sky

what does it see

OCTOBER 2020

Nearly full she teases

playing hide and seek

coyly peeking....I see you!

All is not lost 

glorious sunrise reminding us....HOPE!!

It was a cool autumn night

slowly the veils start to thin

dead branches reach fiercely

through subtle layers of colors

into a darkening bruised sky

grasping ..reaching....what do they want?!

All Hallows' Full Moon

rises silently

only bats and owls

travel this night

searching for prey

aided by her milky light

their hunt silent but deadly...

JULY, AUGUST & SEPTEMBER

 

AUGUST 2020

***

August is nearly over this summer, much like the better part of this year, 

just a blur of endless bad news spanning the globe. Pandemic has stolen our 

"normal" lives, rendering us stunned and uncomfortable in this new

reality we are now living. Now fires ravage our state, mask wearing around

the clock these days, other than when sleep finally finds us. Windows

normally wide open at night, now shut against the smoke slithering, insidious

as it makes it's way through the valleys. Mornings find it hanging on 

the treetops all around us. Acorns fall, sounding like gunshots on the 

metal roofs. Oaks are shedding their leaves, exhausted from the relentless

heat no doubt. We yearn for autumn and an easing of all that troubles us. 

These past few months, just a blur of of COVID, election chaos and now since mid August endless fires. As I type this, looking out the window all I see are deep orange sky, the woodlands outlined against it a stark inky, black. We've been spared thus far, only seeing the endless frantic posts of evacuations, losses of homes, lives, all amid the pandemic. Words have failed me, hence the silence here. 

Last night Luna, as she traveled to the West started blushing. First 

just a tender red gold glow, then a deep red-orange color as she 

sailed closer to the fires. Tonight she is brighter, her face pale

and serene as she's still high overhead. Sometime in the night she

will once again turn as she sinks into the smoke laying across the

western horizon. 

Resting in the shade

mother and son

escaping the cruel heat

Sky smudged in charcoal

spread beneath the toxic blanket

Gaia's flanks glow golden

JUNE 2020

Days pass

slipping swiftly 

or sometimes too slowly

one after another

Luna waxes and wanes

her cycles constant 

we on the other hand

are thrown off track

often not even knowing days

or weeks or months

all I know is that the other night

who knows exactly when

looking up there she was

mere slender sliver in the night sky

Last weekend in May

sudden thunderstorms rocked us

maybe reflecting the chaos

on earth rolling through all day

waking us even before dawn

clashing cymbals of thunder

back to back slashes of lightening

through it all trees swayed

boughs bend beneath heavy rain

but come June morning

as the sun rose once again

tattered Linden offered up 

scented stars hoping to tempt the bees

Rising cheerfully
on already drought browned hills
small suns shimmer

After the storm
Elder Creek embellished
with scattered clouds

Just before dawn
silver ribbons shimmers
through the trees

MAY 2020

I dream nightly

dreams filled with discord

my subconscious mind

is wide awake as I slumber

waking nearly nightly now

too long before dawn

heart pounding fiercely

panic stricken I rise

standing in the kitchen

waiting for the kettle to boil

trying to calm myself

talk myself back down

sipping soothing herbal tea

I wonder...how much longer

can this go on how much longer

will this feeling of overwhelm

disturb our peace of mind

each day and now in the dark of night

our world thrown in chaos

not only by the insidious virus

but by the virulent ugly

mood rising in our country

hate filled faces assault rifles

pretending to be patriots

encouraged by one up high

who gloats and tweets

knowing that division is his

only hope of staying in power

all I can think of is how

much more can we bear???

***

Rain oh blessed rain

Clematis quivers in delight

as first drops hit her blossoms

was there ever a scent sweeter

than delightful petrichor

after weeks of drought and

days of unseasonable heat

rushing around moving

dog beds in the garden

hearts jumping for joy

echoing the fat drops of rain

dancing on the birdbath..oh joy!

Struggling for balance

struggling to find words to describe

even this glowing beauty

APRIL 2020

This month has been a blur, my creativity at an all time low. Trying to recreate the days I missed, no rhyme, no reason, just going to post them as I remember them, starting with today's pondering as the month is nearly over.

COVID BLUES

Is it COVID...or just the common cold
these aches and pains
hopefully because I am growing old

Every cough or sneeze
is it the dreaded disease or is
profuse golden pollen to blame

Sipping strong hot tea
enhanced with lemon and honey
can’t afford to get sick ain’t got the money

Week after week like beads on a string
staying put ain’t getting easier
but we’ve got to beat this evil thing

Patience is growing thin at times
our tempers start to fray
looking to the future hoping for brighter days

Last night Luna and Venus met

gracing the night sky

standing out in the garden

watching their ascent

wondering to myself

would I find suitable words

would I bother to get the camera

would I download the images

would I open the laptop

would I write in my blog at last

so many would's and then I did

while the words are not flowing

like a waterfall after a heavy rain

still the spring has not completely dried up

there is hope my muse has not fled the scene

that I can order my thoughts once more into a flow

nothing epic mind you just slowly getting my groove back

Night is falling
Jasmine stars scent the night
evening star glows
to the West last subtle light
a sky filled with inky cloudscapes

Words flit in and out of sight
like butterflies
floating on a spring breeze

***

I should be baking
lemons languish on the tree
but what I bake...we eat
hibernation weight gathers

***

Even during quarantine
bills are still due
laptop is pouting sluggishly

***

Outside the window
large drifts of ants rise
on translucent wings

***

Freshly baked crunchy rolls
buttered then eaten
with dark chocolate truffles
NIRVANA

***

By now on this day I would have

arrived in the city of my birth

wrapped my arms around my

tiny aunt who raised me as a babe

then reached up to hug my

tall warm hearted cousin exited

Frankfurt airport starting my excellent

adventure back at home again

where part of my heart still lives

instead I lay curled under the

covers sad wanting to eat

my body weight in chocolate

with hot crisp rolls to ease

that ache I want to hibernate

and wake when this nightmare

is finally over when we’ll be free

once more to roam and visit

but then my thoughts go to all

laying in hospital beds fighting

for each breath alone no visitors

their families preparing for the worst

and then I think of those now

in deep mourning never again

to see the faces they love to wrap

their arms around them tightly

robbed of even the chance to say

last goodbyes robbed of funerals

memorials of lives ended too soon

how can I lay here and mope

eyes moist with only the loss of a trip

not the loss of a beloved’s life

rising I stomp down the hall into

another blessed day of life

damn you to hell COVID-19 you

greedy life stealing bastard

don’t you darken the doors

of the ones I love both family

and friends sheltering in place

all around the globe waiting in fear

that you will find them your spiked

ball rolling down the halls seeking

new victims...DAMN YOU TO HELL COVID-19

***

Diaphanous pale pink veils

drift in a tender blue sky

morning has broken

Maybe you thought I forgot
about glorious Luna
she was full earlier this month
at the time no words came
but thinking back now
as I walked the garden that night
her shining face slipping
in and out of sight sometimes veiled
then her radiant rays spilling down
illuminating not only that night but
also shining a soothing light
into our current darkness
welcome reprieve....filling me with gratitude

Palest gray translucent tender blue
adrift on this canvas
small clouds of bright flamingo pink
looking east lakes of liquid gold appear
jubilant birdsong rises celebrating another day