In their later years some people look back to recall happy times … they savour the ‘meadows’ of their lives. Though I have positive memories, my recollections hold more greys and browns than the brighter yellows, pinks and blues of a meadow. And now . . . I enjoy buttercups, a wide-winged bird soaring, night calls from the trees, a crescent moon, a canine grin . . .
being alive
fresh leaves emerging
once again
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night visitation
the brown domes of beetles
on the window screen
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With the sudden heat June bugs have emerged.
summer breeze
warming the earth
the summons of life
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forgiveness . . .
the perfume of juniper
after a pruning
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afterwards
the comfort of two
small dogs beside me
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push mower . . .
grass clippings fly
in April breeze
my thoughts slowing
with each step
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spring snow . . .
an apple green dirndl
around the tree
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Our May of 2020 snow was almost a week ago but I want to celebrate it one more time. This also gives me an opportunity to use the word ‘dirndl’, a delightful name for a skirt which I hadn’t heard for a long time until recently when it was included in a poem by Claudia McGill.
