There is
so much
wrong
with my society:
institutionalized
corruption
institutionalized
injustice
institutionalized
sexism
institutionalized
racism
Sometimes
it seems the best thing
to do is
to set the world on fire
and just
start over.
But, of
course, I would
never do
anything like that.
Though,
I might cheer softly
if you
did.
Anyone
need a light?
Today
smells like spring
the rain
is warmer
the breeze
gentler
The
thick cloud cover
feels
insulating, protective,
not threatening
Leaves
are unfurling
still
tiny
still
the bright, new green
of young
foliage
Grasses
are greening,
springing
up fresh with the rain
Last
autumn’s dry bulbs
have
burst to life
covering
the hillsides
with blue
and white blooms
The
trees,
the
grasses,
the
wildflowers –
they
were dead and now they live.
How can
you say you don’t believe in miracles?
Humans
are the worst
and the
best,
sometimes.
But it
seems they are usually the worst
when they
get a bit more
power
and money
than
they really ought to have;
than
anyone really ought to have.
And when
are humans
the
best?
That’s a
bit harder to predict.
Sometimes
it’s when they are pushed,
sometimes
it’s when they are happy,
sometimes
it’s when they are broken,
sometimes
it’s when they are loved.
Most
times, though, it’s when they are understood.
a good
book
a cat, purring
on one’s lap
a brilliant
sunset fading to dusk
warm
socks in winter
And
sometimes joy
hides her
face
within
the folds of sorrow
patiently
waiting
her turn
Here is a list of the things…
I love
coffee, strong and black
I love sitting
with my dog and my notebook early in the mornings
I love cinnamon
I love
autumn
I love
driving fast, in a car with manual transmission
I love
sunsets, but everyone loves those, don’t they?
I love
my family - do I even need to say that?
I love octopuses
(yes, that’s the right plural form)
I love
horses and cats and dogs and birds and most mammals
I love
red wine and dark chocolate
I love
elves and Hobbits and Dwarves
I love adventures
and
I love
staying home
I love
campfires
I love thunderstorms,
and snowstorms
I love
grey, rainy days
I love
sunny days
I love
dragons
I love
books and libraries and librarians (well, most of them)
I love kayaks
I love
daybreak on the lake
I love paper
and pens
I love
lists with all the items are checked off
I love wildflowers
I love
houseplants in terra cotta pots
I love trees,
especially birch and maple
I love
silver earrings
I love so
many things in this world
I
wonder, what do you love?
4-15-24
Our almost-two-year-old
grandson spent the weekend with Tom and me. It was both wonderful and exhausting. Needless to say no computers were opened; no words were written (or
typed). And I’m still recovering. There is a reason 60-year-old women don’t have
babies. I bow and tip my metaphorical
hat to the grandmas out there who have had to take over raising their
grandchildren. But, now for a few words.
April 14,
and the first tulip has opened.
It’s a
pink one that I planted a few years ago.
The blue
and white Scillas
cover
most of the hill
going
down to the driveway.
Lilac
leaves are opening,
though
the flowers are a way off yet.
Last
night we slept with the windows open
for the
first time this year.
The
winter has been mild
Once we were fresh
and
tender, young stems
filled
with eagerness and
chlorophyll
stretching,
reaching
toward
the sky
filled
with passion,
carpels
quivering, stamens straining
seed
pods full to bursting.
But now
petals drop,
leaves
droop,
stems
bend and bow.
Cell
walls are no longer turgid.
We wait
passively
for the Winds
of Chance
to blow
us down
or the Rabbit
of Fortune
to bite us
off at the ground
or the Crow
of Despair
to steal
our seeds
Our
green days
are all
behind us.
Now we
simply wait for
