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.
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.
I contemplate the world
outside my window
through wooden, white blinds.
Sometimes,
while working
at my desk,
the world passes by,
unnoticed.
Sometimes,
I catch a glimpse of
cars, delivery trucks, and buses.
Sometimes,
walkers extend
their walk
by turning onto my cul-de-sac.
Sometimes,
neighbors gather
and chat.
Most of the time,
there’s not much to see
unless
you stop to notice
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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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.
Some leaves were frosted by the fog.
Some leaves were outlined in white.
Crisscrossed lines of webs were revealed.
Sugar-frosted berries on the burning bush.
Frozen Blue Atlas Cedar needles created a flocked flower.
No time left to linger, I must journey on through my day. Until the next time Mother Nature paints the world white with fog.
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This time of year,
Step out the front door
To hear bumblebees
Buzzing to collect the last bits of pollen.
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!
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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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 
temperatures 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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All week long,
Sitting, planning,
Thinking, typing,
Creating,
Preparing
For a new school,
Teachers of K-2
Finished, sigh, save.
New week,
Begin again
This time
Grades 3-5.
Sitting, planning,
Thinking, typing,
Creating, preparing,
Review previous notes.
Continue
Planning, typing, save.
Later
Open file,
Look for K-2 notes,
No notes!
Quick search
Of all documents.
No notes!
Panic rises!
Solution found in
Undo, but first
Create document,
Use Save As.
Files reconstructed.
Two sets of notes
Breathing returns to normal.
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New mama in my neighborhood.
From my perch, I watch her
The ever vigilant mama is not happy I want a picture of her home.
Zip in and out,
Bring tasty tidbits to her brood,
Always within a bird’s eye view of home.
Step near her home,
She chirps a loud warning.
Others rally to mama’s cries.
The intruder (me) is surrounded by beady eyes,
Watching.
Mama, your babies are safe
In the arms of this maple
In my yard.
This robin’s nest is too high for me to see inside. So far no heads have been bobbing up and down.
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As I was driving out of my subdivision this week, I was surprised to notice peonies had already popped up. This made me start looking more closely at the changes taking place. All of a sudden I began to think in alliterative pairs. A seed of a poem began to take root in my mind. I grabbed my camera and took another wander around the neighborhood to capture more moments of spring. (Side note: the dandelions are not from my yard. 🙂 )
Once home I spent some time creating the collages with the app LiveCollage+. After the collages were set up, I opened the app VanillaPen to add the words. Thus, the mostly alliterative poem was created. Spring has settled in. Unfortunately that means allergy sufferers are miserable. We are about to enter the green dusting phase. Are you?
