New journal, new porch position, new poems

Couchwood porch--facing east

 

on the same day

finishing one journal

beginning another

 

 

The new journal, a Mother's Day gift from daughter Annamarie, measures 9 x 7 inches. It will hold a lot of stuff.

 

June 5

summer's heat

finally kicks in
 

 

 I change

my morning seat

from swing to molded chair

so I can see the hydrangeas,

lilies.

 

A short wooden stepladder (flea market find) serves as a coffee mug holder, and a metal card-table chair (a second-hand purchase) serves--with pillows added--as a table for the journal.

 

Beyond

the emerging

hydrangeas' blue, purple

and pink blooms are coreopsis,

lilies.

 

Easter

lilies--long past

this year's early Easter--

finally bloom, showing their bright

faces.

 

after blooming,

old wisteria sends  runners
into the air.

 

Facing

the north, I can

watch trees--pecan, walnut,

maple, locust, holly--move in

the breeze.

 

 

 



Wrapping up May in cinquains from other years

May 3 --

Adding
this season's spent
Easter lily to my
side-yard assortment of foliage
and blooms.
~~~

May 8 --

I snap
my summer robe
all the way down against
the coolish, early-morning breeze.
Brr! Brr!
~~~

May 9 --

To my
Mother, a bag
of potting soil and a
flat of dianthus that I'll have
to plant.
~~~

May 12 --

Mother
Nature answers
our need for moisture, but
on the weekend when a book fair
is planned.
~~~

May 13 --

"Let me
paint your toenails,
Grandma," the 5-year-old
said. Might as well live it up while
I can.
~~~

May 18 --

A bird
flies to the high
wire, but with the dense oak
leaves, all I can see is its tail
flicking.
~~~

May 27 --

Gosh! You're
a noisy bird!
Are you a teenager
who hasn't learned to modulate
your voice?
~~~