Poem: Summer In January

We’ve been experiencing unseasonably warm temperatures here in upstate New York the last few days. On Saturday it was 60 degrees.

It’s summer in January
And not yet spring
Bugs are buzzing
Birds starting to sing

It’s summer in January
January the 12th
Winter coats hung up
Gloves on the shelf

Shovels lean useless
Tucked in a corner
Days bubble like liquid
Warmer and warmer

“It feels strange,” says Michael
He stands at the window
“It’s climate change-”
He gives me a look. “I know.”

“This shouldn’t be happening…”
“I know, but it is.”
“Think of Australia
Warmer than this.”

The animals are burning
The woods filled with fear
It’s only January
The start of the year

Death in the middle east
(We’ll see how that goes)
As snow turns to mud
and poverty grows

It’s summer in January
Let’s go for a walk
Pretend we’re not restless
While we have a long talk

We’ll say we’re thankful
It’s not bitterly cold
But it’s summer in January
Where is the snow?

Poem: Find Your Joy

Find your joy
On the darkest days
When the days are short
And the nights are long

When it feels like
All you can do
Is wrong
Find your joy

I look to family
Soft, puppy nose
Colors of winter
I find my joy

In warmth like love
All wrapped up
Happiness is
My babe, the pup

Laughter in the kitchen
Favorite tv shows
Days off of work
When it snows

I find my joy
Shopping online
Sipping tea in the bookstore
On days I feel fine

In walks after work
With the dog and his toys
Long chats on the phone
These littlest of joys

Are bright tokens
of happiness
All stored away
I find my joy

On these darkest of days

Poem Rerun: On Vacation

Feeling those good ol’ Sunday blues tonight. But not as bad as usual. Could be the extra short week coming up – gotta love those long holiday weekends! This is a rerun poem, I posted this a few years ago. Someone posted something on my Facebook which reminded me of it. Dreaming of the beach, and sun and blue sky always.  🙂

On Vacation

 

I like texture

on a desktop photo

the promise

vacation leaves

 

florescent-bright

like sunlight

fan chopping

an ocean breeze

 

office chairs

become lawn chairs

coffee cocktail

clutched in hand

 

on the beach

out of reach

I relax my toes

in carpet-sand

Poem: Snowy Mornings

I like snowy mornings
Not so much the drive in
Slush, dirty snow and ice
Scraped off windshields

But more so that
The world is still trying to
Catch its breath
After the sky has seeped
All over the landscape

Cars creep
Phones are quiet
The wind still spitting

Everyone is late
Even the snow doesn’t know
It’s overstayed its welcome

Finally
A day where everyone is behind
Like me
And I’m not behind everyone else

Poem: October 25th

Gloomy, Dark Friday
Week before Halloween
Decorations come out
Orange, black and green

The witches are flying
And skeletons dance
You find that wig that matches perfectly
With those bell bottom pants

Pumpkins get new faces
Their guts thrown in the trash
Somehow, every costume you see
Is showing more ass

There’s Pumpkin EVERYTHING
We even eat the seeds
Pumpkins are the turkeys of October
But it’s candy that I need!!!

Twix and butterfingers
Three musketeers, milky way
This diabetic would dive into a vat of chocolate
(Big sigh)…Maybe someday

But I digress
Week before Halloween
Sky gray and spooky
Trees shed their leaves

Then, tongue on hand
And cold, doggy nose
Happiness is a tail wag
A soft warm face, pressing close

You can give me October
The bare bones left of July
But I’ll keep my summer
Tucked away, just in case (Another Big Sigh.)

Poem: Walking in Cemeteries

I like walking through cemeteries
The dead are quiet
Peace and birds and secrets
Whispered between leaves

Sometimes sadness
Hollows through the weathered tombstones
But when the sun is out
And the leaves are chattering
I feel respect
All the respect

Poem: Dandelion

I know it’s been a while since I’ve been on here. Five whole months…can it really be? This poem is just silliness. I rarely get a chance to write silly things anymore. Work keeps me busy, but I’ve also been focusing on longer and bigger projects. Before, I used to find myself using blogging as a distraction instead of facing my fear and sitting down to the page. So, the hiatus is not a bad thing. But I’m still here. I will post my silliness, if and when I get the chance. 🙂
I hope everyone is well. Happy Writing!
The life of a dandelion
lasts a few days
one day to burst open
as yellow sun rays

they claim a whole yard
the puffiest of weeds
until time tells them
to dissolve into seeds

Poem: Blue

I recently started going to a writer’s group that meets every Wednesday since September. The class will soon end, but it’s been a lot of fun. One of tonight’s prompts gave us the word “blue.” The word “blue” made me think of the ocean which made me think of seashells, which in turn made me think of the beach.

I’d love to be on a beach right now with the warm sand under my feet, the ocean waves, a musical relaxation…this is the poem I came up with:

 

I’d like to write about an ocean day
where you can stick your toes in the sand
the waves make music, the birds will cry
where you shed away the day’s demands

Each ocean wave is a symphony
of blues and greens
an orchestra of ups and downs
the sand between toes
an artist’s dream
a blanket of softness, surrounds

Observe the birds, the bright blue sky
the curve where the land meets the water
watch the day’s demons go floating by
You forgot your swim suit? Ohh, it doesn’t matter!”

Your beach is private, your view is too
and your thoughts can go on forever and ever
There’s no limit to what you can do
you can tackle any endeavor!

To own my own beach, is a glorious thought
to find myself there, is better
one is a dream, possibly bought
Reality is quite a bit wetter