chill air & biting wind
sunshine, a myth amid the blue
neighbor boys shooting baskets
in shorts, flip-flops & t-shirts

chill air & biting wind
sunshine, a myth amid the blue
neighbor boys shooting baskets
in shorts, flip-flops & t-shirts
outshining the sun
my husband’s loving heart
pigmented brushstrokes
color applied
to textured paper
I warmly embrace
a forgotten muse
explosion of spring
every shade of green
April’s nurturing sun

under a soggy gray sky
I step across
a squishy backyard,
grape-jelly feeders in hand,
eager for our first
oriole sightings
nibs of color ready to pounce
pink? yellow? orange delight?
our little world now waits
Mom’s favorite color
daffodil yellow
a shrine to her memory
paisley incarnations
what is it
you’d always hoped
you’d be?
together, just the two of us,
oh, how we laugh at Coco’s antics,
the rituals that we witness every day
that growly laugh,
those bright, happy eyes
his perimeter patrols in the backyard
the way he gathers his toys, in succession,
to lure us back to B-E-D to L-A-Y
down again, after breakfast ~
that face, that FACE!
we cherish his sweet puppiness,
though he’s now our senior boy
we adore him, yes
we love him so very much
~ we only need an openness and an eagerness to embrace the possibilities!

A surly old poetry colleague used to harangue his fellow writers whenever an uncommon or foreign word, expression or phrase was used in the poems we shared in group gatherings. I always held a different (read: healthier, more vibrant!) take on the matter. I love stumbling across fresh-to-me opportunities in poetry and prose to gain new knowledge and insights.
This morning, during my daily poetry readings, I discovered the following words and phrases, all new and previously unknown to me:
Life-changing, attaining these simple lessons? Probably not. But, with a smile on my face, I enjoyed the process of discovery, the ‘aha’ moments and the tucking-away of precious new (and perhaps useful) information for future writing endeavors.
Here’s to our own special ravens!
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