
garden fireworks,
summer itself celebrates
in red, white and blue
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short, dark days
let the fairy lights shine,
long and bright
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Thankful for family,
the four who stay with me
despite this year of separations. Continue reading
Time,
present and past.
Frozen moments,
remembered and forgotten.
Beauty,
ordinary and extraordinary.
Photographic power
reveals in light and dark
what my mother looked like as
a young girl,
or my father as
he welcomed me to the world,
or myself
as I smiled between
brother and sister
whose faces are only visible
in black and white now.
Lost faces, missed warmth, people
linger in shades, lines, and shapes,
like hieroglyphics of the past.
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Notes: For World Photography Day today, I offer this ode, in gratitude for how concrete my memories are, of times past.
remembering peaches,
my daughter’s ice cream cone
melted too fast
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Thanks for sunshine,
thanks for flowers,
thanks for snow days
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cheek by jowl
close at hand
neck and neck
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Finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
— William Shakespeare
Meet my Family! has adorable baby animals comparing notes on families. A raccoon kit grows up with a single-mom but a titi monkey hangs out with his dad. Swans have both parents and sea turtles have none. Laysan albatross chicks have two moms and chinstrap penguin chicks have two dads. Any kind of family unit you can imagine is normal to someone. Laura Purdie Salas wrote each animal baby a poem, and Stephanie Fizer Coleman brought them to life with her art. Continue reading
Brother new, sister blue, I miss you.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore. Continue reading
Young maples trees blossom with hectic autumn color
Where they shelter under the high arching limbs
Of the deep-rooted grandmother tree.
Lovely, steady grandmother tree, slow to change,
Thick bark insulates and shields her from the cold,
Only showing golden and claret touches high up.
One by one, her bright leaves sigh and let go,
Lightly drifting down to caress her young for a moment.
Finally on the earth, their leaves mingle and embrace.
This Halloween, be like the grandmother tree.
Gather the rain, slow the wind, your roots entwined.
Let your children bloom and thrive, safe in your care.
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