Decisions

 

 

I’m out

Of sorts.

I can’t decide

Where to go,

What to do.

Too many choices are just

Confusing.

 

Thread, thread ,thread,

The room is full of thread

And cat hair.

Cotton,

A quilt maybe?

Rayon,

I started knitting a hat;

Silk,sigh.

I never know what to do with silk.

 

Thunderous weather is starting soon.

I can feel the ions pelting my body,

Entering my mind,

Pain!

 

Quietly sitting, I turn on the music

I imagine the concert

In my mind.

I see jewels on the patrons,

Bows on the children.

The conductor quickly lifts

His baton.

Slowly, the cello plays its melodious

Low notes.

The violins, flirting with each other

Add to the melody.

A clarinet brings its own fullness.

In a twinkling, I am at peace.

I pick up my paintbrush.

I have decided.

High Desert Garden

 

High Desert Garden

 

The pomegranate bush

Has eight babies this year;

One is a twin

I wonder how that will work out?

 

After three years

I’m out of pickles

But cucumbers are expanding

In the garden.

Time to make pickles

 I guess.

 

Grapes

Blackberries

And apples are trying to grow

In spite of the 12 year drought.

The blueberry died.

 

Who says you can’t grow

Bananas or

A clementine

In the high desert?

With cold nights

They become indoor plants!

 

Two tomato plants fighting for space

With three peppers

Overwhelm the plot.

As for the eggplant?

Just

No!