Sunday, May 12, 2019

By the Wayside


By the Wayside

Years ago
near Beebe Woods,
among some garden waste,
I spotted clumps of day lilies,
maybe left by someone who doesn't compost.

I took the roots home
and planted them
in the backyard near the shed.

Every year,
in mid-spring, they sprout.
June brings Dublin green leaves
with Londonderry orange flowers
peacefully complementing each other.
The vibrant patch spreads.

Progeny of that clutch grows
and thrives in gardens of others.
All from someone's garden waste.




Sunday, April 28, 2019

April Morning


April Morning

A gauze shroud of misty fog
envelops my patch this morning.
An earthy aroma of a damp
spring nurses the sense.

Near colors are muted.
Yesterday's emerald pines,
have become celadon,
the litter of umber oak
leaves, beige.
Distant views seem tinted grays.
The diffused light makes the puddles
look like pools of quicksilver.

The world of sounds is hushed,
calls of chickadees, whispers,
rustling leaves can barely be heard
and distracting noises go unnoticed.

It's a world of pleasant melancholy,
a day to look back,
a day to plan ahead,
a day to feel the now.




Sunday, April 14, 2019

When They Became Senior Citizens


When They Became Senior Citizens

Goldilocks
At the Home, her life as a child she told,
time in the woods and the bears so bold.
Those memories bothered and made her sad,
when the nurse gave pills it wasn't so bad.

Hansel and Gretel
Hansel
With grand kids around, chuckling he sits,
tells how to trick an evil woman with wits.
He and Auntie in a cage with just a bone,
that they escaped a fate is well known.

Gretel
She remembers well those trying days,
getting free of that cackle, they had ways.
Even today she shudders to think,
they might have been goners in a wink.

Snow White
The prince's death years ago she does mourn,
time with the little folks she doesn't scorn.
With now her grand children she enjoys,
plays, sings, and kisses those girls and boys.

Jack and the Beanstalk
He now lives happily with his oldest son,
suffered from vertigo when all was done.
On the ground floor is his bed,
he checks carefully what's in the bread,









Saturday, March 30, 2019

Abandoned House


Abandoned House

On still called The King's Road,
next to the church, across from the library,
with weeds, over grown bushes and
some feral cats, sits an old derelict house.

When did people leave,
why was the place forsaken,
how many generations lived here?
With no one to ask, I freely invent
a back story. Could there have been
a chicken coop and kitchen garden?
Maybe children read their primers
by the light of candles or the fire.
Mother cooked on a wood fired, black
stove. Perhaps father bought a model T
Ford to get to work. A young man may
have gone off to war, did he come back?

Possibly I don't want to know the real
history of the house, I want to create its past.




Friday, March 15, 2019

Predator and Quarry


Predator and Quarry

New neighbors now we've got,
squirrels and crows we had a lot.
They annoyed us just a little bit,
but we were used to their odd wit.
Accepting them was what we did,
with no thought of getting rid.

New neighbors have moved in,
of the small critters they're not kin.
They live high in some tall pine,
on the others they like to dine.
Squirrels now are very few,
from what the new ones like to do.
Eagles I think the newbies are,
as birds of prey, they get a star.
They are what they're meant to be,
as are the crows and squirrels we see.



The picture is from the web and I have manipulated it greatly.



Thursday, February 28, 2019

Sousa Conservation Area


Sousa Conservation Area

Listen to the Woods

Into the woods,
    the treasure of nature
       part of the town's commonweal.

Hear the calls of
    cardinals, finches and chickadees.
     As it has been before me and will be after.

Hear the rustle of
   oaks, maples and pines.
As it has been before me and will be after.

Hear the quiet lapping of 
the pond on the beach.
   As it has been before me and will be after.

In this ancient patch
I am a transient.




Thursday, February 14, 2019

A Wise King Learns from a Foolish Monkey


A Wise King Learns from a Foolish Monkey

A huge dominion, had a king of old,
but a small near duchy he doesn't hold.
He says “That bit of land I need.
Army, from bottom to top take heed”.

His men are gathered ready to go,
the war plan they all do know.
Then in the field the king sees
a monkey holding a fist of peas.

One more pea the monkey spies
picking up that one orb he tries.
Instead they all to the ground run,
now of all the peas he has none.

The king carefully watches with insight,
thinks what risk he takes with this fight.
He quickly orders home his troops all,
for a small prizes, he doesn't hazard a fall.


Original Jataka tale on which the poem is based.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Monthly Vegan Feasts





Monthly Vegan Feasts

I look wistfully back and remember those pleasant Sundays.
We drove to Boston to join the vegan society at the Thai restaurant.

The scrumptious buffet of delectable vegetables and seasonings
artfully combined to create tasty dishes. How I wish I knew
the names of those wonderful ingredients.

The meal was superb, the company even more so.
Old hippies in long skirt or tie dyed shirts,
college kids with bright faces and optimism,
computer geeks, young lawyers and businessmen.
Some in pricey casual clothes and some with accents
of far places.

These days I can't join the gatherings, but
I recall blithely the festive meals and
the jubilant fellowship.











Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Survive January


Survive January

We look back, remembering the best,
we try if we can to forget the rest.
We peer ahead hoping for good,
for bright times we wish, as we should.

But now we face bitter winds and biting chill,
warm clothes and heated rooms is our will.
We've seen warmth and colors in the past,
flora with their sweet aromas that didn't last.

Today we endure from day to day,
we take what comes, as they say.
In January's end we place our hope,
through this month we still must cope.




Saturday, December 29, 2018

2019 - Year of the Boar


 Year of the Boar

Boar (inoshishi)

Born 2007, 1983, 1971, 1959, 1947, 1935, 1923, 1911. People born in the year of the Boar are brave. They have tremendous inner strength which no one can overcome. They display great honesty. They are short-tempered, yet hate to quarrel or have arguments. They are affectionate and kind to their loved ones.


Inoshishi or The Boar
The Inoshishi sign relates to people born in 1911 and the twelve year periods thereafter, like 1923, 1935 and so on. Boar people have an enormous inner spirit and are strong and brave individuals, who display a great sense of honesty. They are short tempered and dislike fights and arguments. Boar sign people show a great deal of affection and can be very caring and humble.