Sunday, May 31, 2009

Aesop's Fable

Tried to hold it together
so pot wouldn't crack
maybe overindulged,
maybe enabled.

Wake up call,
got to slow down, no lashing out,
remember tortoise and hare:
"Slow and steady wins the race."

366 Partridge Street

Descending the steps of 366 Partridge,
dandelion spores filled the air like snow flakes,
but it was indeed spring. Down Myrtle, right onto Quail,
then to Providence.

Albany, a small town, young, old, swaying,
lean, mean, all nodded "good day." and Was
a good day - mrytle wavering, quail cooing,
Providence hovering. Time had come to close

a chapter. Shepherded him best I could.
Time to inhale myrtle, atune to quails,
thank Providence once more for bountious blessings.




Friday, May 29, 2009

Iris in May

Spring whispers hello
Unfurled indigo,
Spring whispers hello 
Forsythia's yellow.

Spring whispers good day
Magnolias of May,
Spring whispers good day
Dogwood by the bay.

My Bengal Tiger

Fierce, tender, wild and free,
Here you are at sixty-three,

Among the rose and peony,
Here you are at sixty-three.

Tiger eyes with raptured glee,
Here you are at sixty-three,

Majestic kindness, goodness, chi,
Here you are at sixty-three.