My week started with a reunion of four college roommates, one of whom lives half a planet away in New Zealand.
The newest additions to my family arrived from England for a visit. My adult son met his newest cousin.
A friend retired from work after 43 years (and oh, yes, I’m definitely envious.)
The great blue heron (a great blue heron) returned to the pond outside my office for a visit.
I spotted two enormous hawks flying low one morning on my way to work. Continue reading
RainbowYou blazed,
you shone,
brilliant colors banded across the sky south to north
redorangeyellowgreenblueindigoviolet,
vast, glorious, rose-glow below.
Bright sun, a boom of thunder, then torrents
drenching anyone caught unaware.
But oh, look west, and stand mouth agape,
a turkey prepared to drown,
if that’s what it takes to live this moment.
60 seconds, no more (no less!),
the vision disappears, the impression lasts,
the now-grey day anything but dull.
I haven’t been here for a while. It turns out that recovering from a broken wrist feels like a full-time job. On top of my full-time job. So I’ve had little energy for writing. This poured out of me a couple of days ago, though, as I read and exercised my hand in the early-morning hours.
Stretch
Counting blessingsI walked a mile today.
Normally I wouldn’t balk at five; today just one was a victory.
My phone’s autocorrect turns poem into
po em
as I type a social media post about the poems (about poetry!) I read today.
My blog’s autocorrect turns po into
P.O. as I type this now. Continue reading
There was a series of four photos that hung on my parents’ wall when I was growing up, all taken on one day, Easter morning, when I was about 5 years old. They showed my sister and me in our brand-new Easter dresses, posing with two friends, a sister and brother who lived up the road from us–the girl my sister’s age and the boy mine. I remember one picture of all four of us, and I think there was one of just my sister and me; I don’t remember the details of the other two. Continue reading