Tuesday, March 31, 2009

What would the mama
chicks say if they could see their
decorated eggs?
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Monday, March 30, 2009

I am surrounded
by grace and blessings
mostly in the form
of kind, smiling angels
who make
from cloth and thread.
These angels enfold me
and I'm grateful
for every fiber
of my being.
And theirs.

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Sunday, March 29, 2009

neon petals dot
the fence line, all glistening,
all heralding March
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Saturday, March 28, 2009

Mighty and tall,
I stand watch in solitude,
listening to strains of Enya
coming from the kitchen,
her voice keeping syncopated time
with the slow chug of my Lady Kenmore.
It's grey and drizzling outside
and I am felting wool:
transforming individually woven
wooly stitches
of soft jewel colors.
I diligently keep watch,
periodically dunking my hand
into the sudsy brew,
waiting for the soggy lump
to morph into something

It is not often that I
orchestrate transformation.

More often,
I sit,
and inconsequential,
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forsythia hides
behind magnolia branches
as springtime explodes
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Friday, March 27, 2009

a bright blinking bus
creeps down my road, welcoming
raincoated munchkins
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smudged and tentative
morning fog makes everything
familiar different
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out on the deck, I
study lines of varying
size and thicknesses
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spring, awakening
cloaked in soft fog, the backyard
all is calm for now
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Thursday, March 26, 2009

before night arrived,
daylight left in a soft glow
of prismacolor
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

simple yet complex
color, pattern, direction
blanket of windmills
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Monday, March 23, 2009

saturated blue
branches raised up in a show
of nature, praising
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Friday, March 20, 2009

one among many:
a snug fit, but with room to
breathe, part of a whole
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Friday, March 13, 2009

Mom had us over
for dinner the other night
but the food had eyes
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

aqua reverie
transports me to days of youth
Caribbean bliss
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