Post-election poems

two tails
with lives of their own
she-cats facing off

[PL- from November Nuggets, 2003]
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rush to early church
my watch on upside down
and unmatched earrings

[PL - from before the frost, 2005]
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library visit
the child in awe of how quiet
grown-ups can be

[PL - from at the sound of geese, 2006]
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sassafras grove
adding fieriness
to the fall sunrise

[PL - from the last windfall pear, 2011]
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DST again
as the light wanes early
insect songs begin

[PL - from apples into swans, 2012]
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oh, no!
seeing results
of Tuesday's election

[PL - still in journal, 2014]
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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.