Thursday, February 15, 2018

POEMS & PICS--This February

Wet mulch
is the devil
to load onto a square-
blade shovel. I use a 3-pronged
digger.

HAIKU
MID-WINTER'S WARMTH
AS I EXIT, THE REDBIRD
FLIES TO THE PLANTER
HAIKU
mid-winter warm spell
a sparrow & a lady
cardinal bathing
in winter's grayness
a ground-level dandelion
brightens . . . portends








FROM SON & GRANDSON
I bought
myself a box
of chocolates,
then the florist re-delivered
roses.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

LEAVING JANUARY BEHIND - POEMS



forest brouhaha
wishing to understand crow
so I could eavesdrop
~ ~ ~

freeway standstill
truck driver and her son
playing in the snow
~ ~ ~

a nest of swallows
holding up the Interstate
highway repairs
~ ~ ~

drizzly morning
a lone yellow pear
in the darkness
~ ~ ~

a mild January
three flecks of white
on the spirea
~ ~ ~

January's end
the 100-foot Christmas tree
losing its light


Saturday, January 20, 2018

NEW in 2018 - poems & pics

A Dragon fruit appeared in a fruit bowl, thanks to Billy

January 20

MID-JANUARY CLOUDS
First day
in many that
the birdbath water's not
frozen But where are the birds this
morning?

At two,
the birds appeared.
My, my! They must have slept
longer than I did. The snow's gone,
hooray!
~ ~ ~

FEDERAL GOVERNMENT
One-year
festivities
for the president spoiled
by a Congress stalemate causes
shutdown.
~ ~ ~
January 18

The sun's
melting snow from
roofs, but the freezing temp
turns the thaw into icicles
on eaves.
~ ~ ~

Robin
standing on ice
drinks from a sun-thawed patch
in the birdbath. Temp rising by
mid-day.
~ ~ ~

January 16

"15
degrees; feels like
three," the online weather
proclaims. In this old house, the temp's
50!
~ ~ ~


January 15

Six sips
before flying,
the mockingbird looks for
food during the warm spell before
the snow.
~ ~ ~

January 13

WHAT A BURDEN
wearing
a 3-pound crown
precludes Her Majesty
from looking down while orating:
it'd fall!
~ ~ ~

CHINA'S . . .
effort

to regulate
spiritual life of
its folk by razing two Christian
churches.
~ ~ ~






c 2018, PL, dba lovepat press, Benton AR


Friday, January 12, 2018

Mid-January Impressions: poems

Brrrr!

sudden "to do"
at the window screen
could it have been birds?
~ ~ ~

squares of the trellis
reappear
with the sun
~ ~ ~

she left Nebraska
to get away from the cold
here, 7 degrees
~ ~ ~

blue pansy appears
from its snow cover--
the widow's porch light
~ ~ ~

"frost moon"
two haiku with this phrase
I've never heard

Annamarie's pumpkins snowman

c 2018, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Could be any new year: poems


1997 - from news articles & photos

children run away
Dad's seven-grand Harley leaves
no money for food
~ ~ ~

Maryland
wipes plates clean
no Rebel flag tag
~ ~ ~

on a small inlet
dozens of waders, some ducks
close look: duck decoys
~ ~ ~

kiddy (mini) jet--
recruiter hand signals left
onto busy street
~ ~ ~

1998 - actual

cat waiting
for the outside door
to be opened
~ ~ ~

cat's urgent 'meows'
her food dish empty
while I'm eating lunch
~ ~ ~

Living in Arkadelphia, early 2000s

ice storm displacement
boy and calico catching
a few extra Zs
~ ~ ~

petitioning the board
to let him become
a cheerleader
(Dan Gathright, Arkadelphia)
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
c 2018, PL, dba lovepat press, Benton AR


Sunday, December 31, 2017

Another new year: two poems

Another new year

A SHORT WINTER POEM

Four bluebirds,
a sparrow,
balancing
in winter’s wind
on the thin
beautyberry
twigs, eating
what’s left
of the purple
frozen fruits.
~ ~ ~ ~

AND THEN I SAW IT WAS JANUARY

 (a Laurette sequence)

I looked around
some days beyond
December, found the year
had fled. Instead
the Janus month,
cold January’s here!

Oh, snow and ice
and bitter cold.
The north wind howls apace.
The schools are closed,
some churches, too,
but, oh! Bright winter’s face!

The old cat sleeps
 beside the fire,
 his paw above an eye.
 Before too long,
‘Mom Nature will
 blow January by.
~ ~ ~ ~
C 2018, PL, dba lovepat press



Monday, December 25, 2017

At the close of 2017: a Christmas Day poem

                                                              


A REFLECTION FOR THE END OF 2017
(an Octo Sequence)

In Advent, twenty-seventeen,
I’m doing what I love to do
at Ebenezer U. M. C.—
that’s play piano every week 
for worshippers and those who seek.
At Ebenezer U. M. C.,
I’m doing what I love to do
in Advent, twenty-seventeen.

Where needs and talents lie in sync,
I’ve always heard, a mission calls.
The Holy Spirit fingered me,
and I’ve been playing all this year,
selecting service music dear.
The Holy Spirit fingered me;
I’ve always heard a mission calls
where needs and talents lie in sync.

The church is fifteen miles away
with many curves and valleys, hills.
(My trusty Taurus runs just fine.)
At eighty-one, still sound of mind,
––my genes and angels have been kind––
 My trusty Taurus runs just fine
through many curves and valleys, hills.
(The church is fifteen miles away.)

As long as health and age allow,
I’d like to keep this music job
because I love the people here.
Unless the winter’s icy, wild
we’ll celebrate the Holy Child.
Because I love the people here,
I’d like to keep this music job
as long as health and age allow.



c 2017, PL