Simple work in the kitchen. Grateful for good food and warm water to wash the dishes. I take my time and look at the yard. How the forsythia by the garage grew this year, and is tall, wide, and also reaches to the earth.
Poems from the archives:
forsythia leaves
covered with snow
in late Autumn
years of seasons
live in my heart
November 2014
all the more yellow
because of grey skies
daffodils
forsythia
dandelions
May 2011
Short poems from over the seasons and years:
harvested fields
plowed in hope
of Spring
remembrance
Deep calleth unto deep *
filling my heart with hope
greater than my mind
The first line is from Psalm 42 (KJV).
cold
yet from this ground
daffodils will grow
again
small snowdrops
continue to bloom
remembrance
(Spring 2021)
My father was a veteran and history teacher. This year, I am growing a new interest in history. There are so many ways to learn.
Veterans Day 2021
Prayers for peace . . .
Yesterday, I posted November Wisconsin Countryside, that was published by SMILE (out of print). Today I searched for other poems that appeared in this journal, created by Joyce M. Johnson. I appreciate how I can SEARCH the blog for posts that relate to a theme. Could be a season, garden journal, my study window; and in this post, SMILE and a few other publications.
gulls lifting
from the sand
corn an inch tall
SMILE (2009, 2010) and BELL’S LETTERS POET (2010)
primroses growing
from garden to lawn
deep decades of roots
strengthen my faith
for new dreams
SMILE, 2012
reading the poets
of my parents’
generation
their voices
return
SMILE, 2010
They Gave Us Life: Celebrating Mothers, Fathers & Others in Haiku, edited by Robert Epstein (2017, Middle Island Press).
morning prayer
water birds flying north
stay close to water
SMILE, 67, 2010
Take-out Window: Haiku Society of America 2014 Members’ Anthology, edited by Gary Hotham.
First real snow
last night
My heart lifts
January light
SMILE (WINTER 2000-01); and reprinted in SMILE (FALL/WINTER 2009-10).
Saturday morning
lilies to plant
near the house
Saturday morning
sunrise reflections
in the window
where the spruce
tree grows
Saturday afternoon
yellow flowers
on a table in the sun
tree branches
and grey-white sky
a bowl of soup
and giving thanks
Saturday
list of things to do
but not this moment
day begins with silence
work in the kitchen
prepare for a good day
sunrise so bright
and welcome
October days go by
Summer past
and Winter in sight
now though
Fall for awhile
furnace warms
the house
I look at books
and journals and
look forward to
more time to read
Spring, hope, renewal
always in our hearts
Rain this morning, and thought I’d search my archives for poems about rain. Then I saw that I can add the idea of seasons. The poems are from over the years.
frozen raindrops
on birch tree branches
March Sunday
rain
on new seawall
built with limestone
from a Wisconsin
quarry
rain before dawn
I think about the peonies
almost ready to bloom
and those in the area
already bowed to the ground
rain and
near my window
first daylilies bloom
gold hosta leaves
and sounds of rain
October morning
morning rain
rereading familiar
poems of faith
winter rain
snow fences
ready to unroll
lilac bushes
with fading leaves
in Fall sun
beautiful today
with no worries
about whether or not
they will bloom
again
Poem from October 2014 – times I can create, times I need to rest and be patient. Good care, one day at a time.
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 