Friday, May 31, 2013


It seems like forever since I’ve posted here
And taking a break has its advantages
Like crossing off things on the to do list
Events that run into Memorial Day Weekend
And now, hot humid sticky weather
After those scary tornados on Wednesday evening


The air conditioner is on for three hours already
Outside, the cottonwood has been blowing around again
It seems that my rhythm is off still catching up to May’s runaround
Which leads me back to writing and I think this is good practice
But getting back into the swing of things isn’t as easy as it seems
Fourteen lines, so far from a sonnet and I'm much closer
To the iced tea waiting in the kitchen   


Saturday, May 4, 2013


It’s more tempting to be outside these warm days than to be blogging indoors. Spring is full of daffodils and tulips surfacing into the air like underground swimmers that have held their breath too long. Migrating birds are arriving in flocks and I sit outside poised with my binoculars. The wild rabbits have brought their babies out to feed on new grass and there is so much more activity to pay attention to this season.

There is also another harbinger of spring that has had my attention. The black bears, also controlled by the rhythms of nature, slept peacefully through the winter. They are now visiting the neighborhood trash containers. In celebration of spring, they leave confetti from driveway to driveway marking their arrival. Residents, like park workers after the parade, come out each morning to clean up after them.