An Update and Bits and Pieces
Dear friends, I have posted very little lately. My sister and I are now fairly into the middle of our relocation project. A formidable stack of boxes has taken command of our living room: dishes and kitchen utensils and pottery and paintings and music (we still have a sizable collection of CDs). And books. The largest number of boxes contains books. The worst of it is that we are now subsisting on a very lean collection of books as most are safely packed away!
We are planning on putting this home on the market and heading westward all within the next five weeks. It would have happened a bit faster, but we received word that we could schedule our Covid-19 vaccinations now, and administering the two doses will take us through the end of April, so we decided to work everything around that. The vaccine will make us feel much safer as we travel.
What with all these efforts and a few more (repairs on our pick-up truck, for instance) I have not written very much over the past couple of weeks. However, I do have a significant backlog of pieces I haven’t published. Some leave me a little unsure; others I simply did not post because of time or energy constraints.
I think I will split them between this post and the next…
Haiku of a Dozen Eggs
Peculiar jiggle
Of twelve eggs in a carton~
My hands are giggling.
This was written some weeks ago, just as the snow finally melted!
Spring?
The sun looks down, still half-asleep,
And wrapped in blankets of deep clouds;
We ask ourselves - the sun and I -
If Spring is come?
The breezes play about the melting snow,
Whisk in and out with scents of freshened earth,
Of water running down the hill;
We ask ourselves - the breeze and I -
If Spring is come?
The chickadee across the neighbor's field
Tries this year's love song with his tiny throat,
Then waits and listens once;
We ask ourselves - the chickadee and I -
If Spring is come?
Melodies of a Misty Night
Lift up my heart where night fog croons
Its melodies across the moon’s
White glow,
A silent song and slow.
Sing me to sleep with lullabies
Of clouds and moon, where drifting skies
Gleam white
In grace notes of the night.
Though here the waxing clouds have made
About my feet a growing shade,
I sing
The misty nights of spring.