Celebrating National Poetry Month: #14

The Bowl

In a second
it leaves my clumsy fingers
and crashes to the floor.
You turn at the sound
to find shards of the little red bowl
scattered across the tile.
I look up from the remains
and watch sadness seep
into your face.
And then I realize:
to me it was the whipped cream bowl,
to you it was a bowl of memories,
a tie to your childhood, your children,
your own mother.
I look down at the pieces
of a life
lying in front of me.
Then I turn
to get
the broom.
-Carl Johanson

Camera Critters: A New Photo Meme

While visiting Dog's Eye View tonight I discovered a brand new photo meme called Camera Critters. Of course I knew I would have no problem finding pictures to post for this meme. Here is my first post of Sweet William in the greenhouse. To enjoy other Camera Critters go here.

Weekend Snapshots: Week-End Chores

I always love those first sunny spring days when you can get out in the garden to unearth little plants, examine the damage from winter, empty the water out of barrels, and prune roses. It was also a good day to plant some pansies and enjoy their colorful "faces." The ever ending task we have is raking pine needles.... and more pine needles. Even though these came from the grocery store it was nice to enjoy the beauty of a bouquet of tulips while resting my weary body at the end of the day.

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Celebrating National Poetry Month: #13

First Crocus

This morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.

The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.

When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.

©2007, Christine Klocek-Lim

Celebrating National Poetry Month: #12

Haida Plank House, northwest coast Indians

Longhouse Song

Elm bark is my skin
bent saplings my bones
my mouth that draws
in the living wind
is the door to the coming of sun.

My breath
is the smoke
rising up to join sky.
My heart is the fire
in the circle of stones.

My eyes, my spirit
and my thoughts
belong to those
who keep close to the earth
their dreams held
by the circle of seasons.

Joseph Bruchac

Photo Hunt: Twist

What says twist better than a strawberry Twizzler? A strawberry twist looks even more tempting sitting in the spring sunshine.

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