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!

Spring Flight

 

There’s a butterfly

In the garden.

I saw it lite on

My lilac bush

Hush!

Don’t move quickly

I want to watch it

Sip the dew.

It’s wing tips are the color of my marigolds

Growing in the borders of the Italian garden under the pines.

A breeze ripples through the Basil.

A chunk of ice clinks against my glass

The dog barks

And he’s gone.

Five Senses

 

 

G IVE THANKS

 Do you smile

When you cut the grass?

Do you smell the green scent?

Of summer?

Does your spirit lift in the evening?

As clouds of red and purple

Silently gather across the sky?

Do you sparkle with love

When he plays his guitar

And asks you to sit by his side.

Then you are blessed

My friend.

Love Music

 

 

Snap

Crunch

Stomp

What’s going on there, guys?

Who let the ruffians in?

 

Whisper

Tinkle

Tap

Uh Oh

Something’s wrong if they

Start whispering

 

Crack!

Rattle!

Slide,

Chirp!

Oh

Good

The boys got the bird

Out of the chimney again

Earth Colors

 

Earth Colors

My mother was an artist.

I remember coming home from school,

Seeing a new canvas

Drying on the table.

I heard her talking,

In my mind,

To the painting.

“A swath of violet, I think.

Next, a blend of indigo, curving

Tenderly around the edge.”

Blue cuddled lovingly, expanding in the light,

Fading gently from blue to green.

Closer to the sun,

The colors brightened to

Warmer tones, yellow, orange, red.

Beneath, the fields,

Greyed darkly as

Heavy clouds encroached angrily.

Mists sparkled,

and the rainbow wept.

An Attitude of Gratitude

 

 

My Friend Ellen Posted this on Face Book this week. She got it from her friend Sydell and thought that some of her friends would enjoy it. And, I did. It is a reminder to be grateful.

“There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. "Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she did and she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "Hm...mm..," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." So she did and she had a grand day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "Today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did, and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YAY!" she exclaimed. "I don't have to fix my hair today!"

Attitude is everything. Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly. Be Grateful!”

 

I hope I can always remember this. As I get older, my hair gets finer, and I find more of it every day in my hair brush!

 

A past Bishop asked every one he had on Face Book one day, “When you pray, what do you pray for? My answer was first, A Prayer of Gratitude. And it still is, but of late I’m adding,

Bless our country’s leaders that they will care about we the people.

Bless our world that we can overcome anger, fear, and this virus.

Please send us rain.

God loves us where ever we are at in life whether we believe in Him or not.

I remember a poem I read many years ago by Poet, Carole Lynn Pearson. I can’t find her book right now so I can only paraphrase it. “Even if you don’t believe in God, He believes in you.”

 

10 Philippians 4:12-13

I know how to be  brought low, and I know how

To abound. In any and every circumstance,

I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger,

Abundance and need. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.

I am grateful for all God has given me, the experiences I have had to learn from. And for you because you take the time to listen to me.