HEAT

 







Heat--

Hot, hot ! hot.

Fire, burning on the mountains

Flames racing round the ridges

Drought drying up the desert

In the Southwest.

Waiting--

Waiting for the cool

Waiting for the rain.

Monsoon

Hurry, hurry, hurry

Make Things Happen

 

I’ve always had trouble remembering some things, like combinations and license plate numbers, pin numbers and phone numbers. When the state I lived in changed there numbering system for license plates to three letters and then three numbers I complained that I had just memorized the last one after several years trying. "Well, I said give me one I can remember." The clerk handed me a plate and said, “ this one is easy Kiss Mom and Dad at 430”  I hated to give up that number when we moved again! But with that plate we started a license plate game as we traveled. The winner was the one who came up with the best phrase- we assigned words to the letters. The last one we had was Just Zebra Stripes.  I never could remember the numbers. They didn’t make sense in a sentence. Yesterday we got our new license plate since we moved to a different state. MTH.

I decided to make this my new mantra-“Make Things Happen!

I am in a new city, and nobody knows who I am! I can be anyone I want, any personality I choose. Wow! I can reinvent myself. Instead of a quiet, shy introvert; I can be an outgoing, friendly introvert. Well you can’t change everything about your basic personality.

One of my new goals is to find out about my husband’s family history. He was a late child to older parents so most of his extended family is gone. But with websites giving us opportunities to see vital statistic records we can look for his family. Previously we walked down the streets where his mother grew up and then the street his father lived on as a teenager. But going back a generation is harder. Who were his grandparents? How many uncles and aunts were there and what did they like to do? I really wish there was an email service between this world and the next. Wouldn’t it be fun to write to someone who has passed on and ask them questions, get to know their opinions?

I guess I should learn a lesson from this and write a journal for my grandchildren so they will get to know me. Another thing to make happen.

What are you going to make happen this month?

Loss

                      It is Isn’t It?

I
Lack
A lilac
Is it really spring?
Cherry blossoms are blowing away
Forsythia bends its blossoms in the breeze
April showers hover
The earth quakes in anticipation.
Birds sing their cheery song
It should be spring!
But
I
Lack
A lilac

Wendy

        FOUND


                              I think my word was
                              Scrumptious
                              But I lost it in my
                              Mind
                              As I wandered through
                              Our early spring
                              It was left behind.

                              Yet, You'll be happy that
                              I found
                              The lilac you've been
                              Missing
                              There it was just
                              Waking up
                              Near sweet Willow
                              Who was weeping.

                              My eyes and I we sat
                              Right down
                              We had a scrumptious
                              Feast
                              And I found what I was
                              Searching for.........
                              To say the
                              Least.

Jill

Loss

Poor little lilac

Planted just this spring.

What hopes,

What dreams I had for us.

My heart did want to sing.

I’d take your blooms

Into my arms.

And smell your heady scent.

I’d think of friends

With lilacs too

Whose memory was meant

To be recalled in springtime.

But I am gone

And you are lost

And memories will fade

Again I lack a lilac

I’m hanging up my spade.

wendy