Thursday, October 12, 2023

 AUTUMNCADO🥑

The leaves are green 

If you go too soon.


You bite too early,

It’s hard to chew.


The leaves are gold 

If you go on time.


A punctual scoop

Is smooth and sublime.


The leaves are lifeless

When you don’t rush.


A careless delay

reveals brown mush.


Don’t let your viewing

Start off slowly.


And to avoid waste –

Make guacamole! 😂

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

TRANSIENCE

Summer’s warmth is in the day,

Autumn’s chill is in the eve.


Southern winds keep the cold at bay

Which northern winds bereave.


The struggle always fascinates

My body, mind, and soul.


This perennial will to dominate

With capitulation as the goal


The hand of seasons gripping hard

A rope of tug-o-war


Heightens my sense of transience

And wonder of what’s in store.


What does the future hold for me,

My family, and my friends?


My only comfort is trusting the One

Who knows us and our end.

Thursday, August 17, 2023

WAR, ORGANIC


I deployed my soldiers to the southern field:

Tender greenhorns, 

Lined up – standing at attention.

A humanitarian mission,

To feed the masses.


Little did I know


The perimeter would be breached

By armor-clad invaders.

Mandibles being their weapons,

They declared war –

With their appetites

They descended 

On my hapless garden rows. 


I sought counsel 

From time-worn generals, etched

In battle scars.

Their gravelly orders were clear:

“Bring out the heavy artillery!  Release the nukes!” 


I refuse.


Civilian casualties are not acceptable.


I institute tactics to defend 

Against the enemy while preserving

The fragile population 

Of pollinators. 


Despite my efforts, 

The remaining troops

Are cut down.


Steeling my resolve,

I send for reinforcements:

A contingency of

Hardened soldiers

Who could withstand 

the brutal attacks.


Their vines and spines

Defensive and offensive 

To the war-weary aggressor.


The enemy relents.


The masses will be fed.

Monday, July 17, 2023

 ALMOST 


Little man, bigger boy? 

Source of mommy’s smile and joy. 

Almost grown, not quite there 

Wants to keep up, jump up, be up, 

Yet, so far from the final touch. 

 

Little man, baby face,  

Thinks growing is a race 

Going, going, will not stop, 

Slow down, please, so I can catch up. 

 

Little man, “Yes I can,” is so sure  

He knows the plan. 

Little man, my heart is yours. 

Even when you’ve reached the goal, 

Growing with you has made me whole. 


Friday, June 30, 2023

SUMMER LONG


The days 


stretch 


out


Like a cat

Seeking reprieve

From the fingers of

heat.


Long leaves sway in the sticky breeze,

Casting long shadows 

As the sun melts 

With a sigh.


Long evenings 

of light 

Lingering

Lingering

Until you wonder if it is 

The dawn you see.

Monday, May 15, 2023

A MOTHER’S HEART 


A mother’s heart is wider than the universe  

For consider all it holds –

The past, the present, hope for the future 

Nestled safe and secure within its folds.


A mother’s heart is larger than the mountains 

For survey all its majesty –

A storehouse full of care and compassion

Of which it has capacity.


A mother’s heart is deeper than the oceans

For contemplate its grace –

Never-ending, depthless mercy

Upon every tear-stained face. 


A mother’s heart is God’s gift to all

For search it top to bottom –

Her loving voice speaks to us

With wisdom and with caution.

Sunday, April 2, 2023

 TREASURE

Cherub cheeks
Dimpled elbows and toes
Tiny grins and giggles. 
Hands reaching out –
Then the slow nod of sleep
Heavy, like the weight of joy 
On your shoulder.

Blink.

Movement and noise
Nothing but 
Speed – up, down, in, out.
Angles and elbows
Stretching out 
The questions “Did you know?”
The delight
In discovery.

Blink.

Somber moodiness
Then
Exultant expressions
Of plans for the future.
Burning embers awaiting
The billows 
Of challenge and praise.

Blink.

Paperwork.
Classes and transcripts
Diplomas and degrees.
Parties and people reaching out –
Smiles, hugs, and sage advice 
Given freely,
Received dearly.

Blink.

Long-distance love – 
Phone calls and texts
Jobs, jokes, just to say “Hi!”
“Could you send me that recipe?”
“Could you come and visit?”
“I miss you, but I’m happy.”

Together for so long – 
Then you blink, and they’re gone.

Treasure the time while it’s here.

Thursday, March 9, 2023

*I wrote this poem during the pandemic when panic-buying, supply chain issues, and inflation had begun to affect consumers.

CIRCUS MAXIMUS 

I grip the edge of my makeshift chariot, 
Handwritten list of essentials dutifully organized and categorized. 
 
Haltingly, I weave through the staggered line of contestants 
Who glance furtively in my direction.

Muffled voices strain to penetrate the fabric veil.
 
Heads are turning to the side, here and there. 
Hands reaching out, then pulling back, 

Questions hang heavily in the aisles.
 
My heart skips a beat as I come across an empty plain 
Picked over like the bones of some unfortunate beast. 
“Looks like we’re a little too late!” 
States the fine lady with coiffed hair and flashy jewelry. 
She laughs light-heartedly 
As my throat constricts. 
 
I close my eyes and see all the expectant faces 
Waiting for me at home. 
 
I do the best I can 
With what I can find. 

At the finish line,  
My chariot holds only half its normal bounty, 
Each race costlier than I could have foreseen. 
 
An invisible thief is crowned victor. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2023

                                                         MOTHERHOOD ;-D


Being a mom is
Walking around all day
Smelling like

“Watermelon Wonder”
Or
“Peachy Kleen” 

Instead of 

“Tahitian Sunset”
Or
"Maui Beaches"

Because

You didn’t think of yourself 
When you were at the store.

You step into the shower,
And sigh,
And use the kids’ stuff,

Because

It’s 
All
That
Is
left.

Tuesday, January 17, 2023


DREAM SEASON

I rest in my snow-encased chamber
Still
Wrapped in layers
Breath steady, heart slow, eyes closed and active.

Visions of lush, green foliage, 
Delicate blossoms,
Ruby-red gems entice me.

Warmth.

Golden tassels wave 
In a friendly manner.
Lanky pea-plants blow kisses 
With their plump little pods.

I reach out -
Basket full & heavy,
mouth watering.

I press through the rows,
Ignoring the weeds -
Hands on their hips,
Wondering what I’m going to do about them.

Ripe Berries beckon,
Honeybees explore tentatively from bud to bud.
Summer flowers nod approvingly
 as I breathe in
The deep scent 
of the season.

The sun strokes my cheek
The heater turns on
I wake in the cold
My pillow damp, hands reaching out.

Saturday, December 31, 2022

 MOTHER WINTER

The windswept fields, 

Stark and barren.


Snowdrifts rolling like 

Dunes of ancient times.

 

Some see lifelessness, 

Devoid of all hope.


I see a loving mother, 

Pulling the blankets 

Up close to her child’s chin


Blessing the child 

With her brilliant smile.


Some see life smothered, 

Struggling to break free again.


I see the child’s eyes 

Closed in peaceful slumber - 

Resting.


Mother gently strokes her child’s forehead

And dims the light - 

For a season.


 SONNET OF THE COMMON

I have no need for extravagant things – 

Sparkles and shine mean nothing to me. 

Give me the dull, the boring, the brown 

Earthy things, growing green and free. 

Others may fawn over silk and brocade 

Jewels of exquisite taste and color. 

I’d just as well wear my threadbare jeans 

And a faded t-shirt, soft, like no other. 

I know those who love ancient red wine 

Paired with tender filet mignon. 

Hot dogs and burgers char-grilled 

By my love, are better in my opinion. 

     Give me the simple, the common and plain,

     These are the things I’ll choose again and again.


 FADE

A bouquet of vocabulary is blooming on my page, 

Fragrant, aromatic, wafting up – provoking the senses. 



Words pungent and exquisite, caustic, and melodious, 

Bittersweet and velvet soft, caressing and spurning my heart in turn. 



Words – harbingers of possibilities, causalities, and sadly, generalities, 

Gardens of infinite and sumptuous fare on which the impoverished soul may feast. 



Words are weapons and lovers, seizing me in their firm embrace, 

Burgeoning like roses, enticing me to drink in their beauty, but – OH! The thorns... 



Causing me to surrender then sequester as I strive 

To comprehend their intent upon my feeble mind. 



I hunker in utter darkness, stroking the petals, willing the scent to not diminish 

Yet the more I clutch the fragile flowers, the more their vision slips away.