Multitask

She holds her cellphone to her ear

With her shoulder

Listening, concentrating,

Stuffing bites of gelatin dessert

In her mouth

Driving.

Gots to multitask

Or you ain't alive

Enough.

I am writing poetry

And processing vitamin D

In the sun

Happy.

When You Are Old

 

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one woman loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid her face amid a crowd of stars.

       *W B Yeats*

She flushed with pleasure

At the compliment he paid

Girl validated

A happy birthday

I visited a jungle

with snow storm outside

The violets came

Weren't there before the last snow

Joyous spring heralds

Today I saw a pair of hawks sitting together in a tree, I thought it would make a cool picture. Of course they saw me coming a mile away and flew off, but I caught them in flight. I need a telephoto lens.

Vita Incipit

Spring is a poem that nature sings

The sun ever more generous each day

Drink deep of the joy the new life brings

Winter's last few punches on the way

Only the hardy are born right now

Tough enough to take another freeze

The knife winter winds have not blown out

Survival is not gained with ease

So kind, the surfeit of early spring blooms

So longed for in midwinter's death

Just a patch of color to dispel the gloom

Quickens the heart, sharpens cold breath

Awaken, my heart!

Dare to hope.

♥