Friday, August 11, 2023

Return to Blogspot

 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 

 

           







Tuesday, December 1, 2020

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




Friday, October 30, 2020

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...


Wednesday, September 9, 2020

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



Wednesday, June 3, 2020

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



Tuesday, May 26, 2020

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

Monday, April 27, 2020

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