Day 26: Have You Ever Seen . . .

Have you ever seen . . .

A gathering of exotic blooms?

Sepals, petals, stigma, anther,

Oh my!

Linear lines, polka dotted?

Bundled bouquet, solitary singleton?

Frilly edges, sleek form?

Have you ever seen . . .

Furry flowers?

Alphabet branches?

Have you ever seen . . .

A palm frond wall?

A living variegated carpet?

I have.

I have seen it all.

I have seen it all at the Missouri Botanical Gardens.

Day 24: I Have an Itch

Reach, scratch

Can’t reach

This itch is driving me crazy!

Don’t scratch,

Once you start

You can’t stop

This itch is driving me crazy!

What will reach that itch?

Arms don’t bend

Or reach

Far enough

This itch is driving me crazy!

Oh yeah,

That’s the tool!

 

Ahhhh!

Scratching bliss!

The telescoping back scratching tool was found at Kohls after Christmas for a very low price. So far, it has done its job.

Day 2, Outside My Window

I contemplate the worldimg_2654

outside my window

through wooden, white blinds.

 

Sometimes,

while working

at my desk,

the world passes by,

unnoticed.

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I catch a glimpse of

cars, delivery trucks, and buses.

Sometimes,

walkers extend

their walk

by turning onto my cul-de-sac.

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Sometimes,

neighbors gather

and chat.

Most of the time,

there’s not much to see

unless

you stop to noticeimg_2643

a breeze disturbing tree limbs,

birds tending to the business of survival,

shadows creeping

along the sidewalk

as the hours pass.

I watch the world

outside my window

through wooden, white blinds.

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Frosted by Fog

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A bit of phoetry today. I am entranced by the fog that freezes on plants for a short period of time.

Fog moved in while temperatures dropped.

Fog moved in while temperatures dropped.

Tops of some leaves were frosted.

Some leaves were frosted by the fog.

Other leaves are outlined.

Some leaves were outlined in white.

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Crisscrossed lines of webs were revealed.

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Sugar-frosted berries on the burning bush.

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Frozen Blue Atlas Cedar needles created a flocked flower.

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No time left to linger, I must journey on through my day. Until the next time Mother Nature paints the world white with fog.

 

 

Decision Day

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It’s decision day!

The sun shirking its job, slept in.

Gray skies, misty drizzle

 A breath of coolness

 Greeted bare arms.

News media reported

 Long lines wrapped around the building.

Not so, in my polling place.

 Twenty minutes later,

 Decision recorded

I walked back out into the gray day,

But lighter in heart.

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 My civic responsibility completed.

 

 

 

This Time of Year

This time of year,image-14

Step out the front door

To hear bumblebees

Buzzing to collect the last bits of pollen.

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This time of year,

Step out the back door

To find feathers drifting

From the roof,

Down to the bushes.

Something did not have a pleasant night!

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This time of year, 

You might discover a hidden creature

When you step out to move the patio cushions.

 

 

This time of year,

Spiders will be spinning their webs,

Webs will catch the breezes

Shimmering in the light

As they sail past.

Wonders of nature surprise us, this time of year.

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Peaches Galore!

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Branches quiver with the weight as a breeze makes it way over and under.

Peaches cling to the branch, waiting for that moment of ripeness.

Sheets protected tender blossoms from dropping peachestemperatures in March.

Summer sun and rain produce a bumper crop of peaches.

Each bite is filled with juicy sweetness.

Not all peaches wait to be picked. 😦

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