Posted in Uncategorized, tagged rain on June 30, 2009| Leave a Comment »
The parched earth baked in the scorching sun
Daily the heat cooked the ground and filled the air
Dogs dug holes in the dirt to escape the heat
Flies were too hot to buzz and too tired to care.
A veil of clouds drew across the simmering sky
The sun withdrew in surprise and fear
The clouds rained down blessings upon blessings
And hot dry souls ran outside to cheer.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birthday, rose on June 29, 2009| Leave a Comment »
It was her first rose.
“Sweet sixteen,” her father said.
Her birthday rose bloomed in
The blue vase on the windowsill
Then drooped and faded
Till she moved it to the frame
Of her bedroom mirror.
The petals fell off one by one,
But the bloomless stem stayed where it was.
It was her first rose.
Posted in Uncategorized on June 28, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blackberries on June 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
The brambles lie in prickly rows
With lanes of grass all mowed between
The berries ripen in the heat
Awaiting kids with sunburned toes.
Posted in Uncategorized on June 26, 2009| Leave a Comment »
A child ran across the grass
Toy in hand, joy in heart.
He saw his friend, he laughed and waved
He dropped his toy and joined his friend.
The toy lay patiently through drought and rain
Waiting for the child to pick him up again.
Posted in Uncategorized on June 25, 2009| Leave a Comment »
The girl who loved horses pressed her nose to the window
Watching the pastures till they passed out of sight
Playing her horse games and reading her horse books
And dreaming of horses all night after night.
The girl who loved horses pretended to be one
Jumping and cantering and whinnying too
She practiced her vaulting up on to a table
Her long legs grew bruises in black, green and blue.
The girl who loved horses did learn how to ride them
She rode them and brushed them and fed them bamboo
She herded pigs on a horse and jumped over a fence
And she couldn’t believe that her dream had come true.
The girl who loved horses grew up long ago
And she hasn’t been near a saddle for years
But she still turns her head when she drives by a pasture
Her passion is still there inside, it appears.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged spinning on June 24, 2009| Leave a Comment »
First the fleece must be carefully prepared
Then doubled back upon itself and coiled
The spindle swirls and pulls the fiber in
Eating inch after inch in its drive to make yarn.
