Saturday, December 20, 2014

A poem...


I'm going to read a poem a day in 2015 (already started :) 
and hopefully it will inspire me to write a poem 
a week without too much self- judgement. 

~     ~     ~

You, Reader

I wonder how you are going to feel 
when you find out
 that I wrote this instead of you,

 that it was I who got up early 
to sit in the kitchen
 and mention with a pen

 the rain-soaked windows,
 the ivy wallpaper, 
and the goldfish circling in its bowl.

 Go ahead and turn aside, 
bite your lip and tear out the page, 
but, listen — it was just a matter of time 

before one of us happened 
to notice the unlit candles 
and the clock humming on the wall. 

Plus, nothing happened that morning — 
a song on the radio, 
a car whistling along the road outside —

 and I was only thinking 
about the shakers of salt and pepper 
that were standing side by side on a place mat.

 I wondered if they had become friends 
after all these years 
or if they were still strangers to one another 

like you and I 
who manage to be known and unknown 
to each other at the same time — 

me at this table with a bowl of pears, 
you leaning in a doorway somewhere 
near some blue hydrangeas, reading this. 


From The Trouble with Poetry: And Other Poems, by Billy Collins 

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Tenacious as all...

From a window at work....
One of my favorite campus trees has just about lost all its leaves...
I also found it again,,, one perfect acorn still hanging on a limb.
Missed by a squirrel?  Stronger than the Oklahoma wind!
It's tenacious as all....
If it were to drop, I would like to turn over every leaf just to
 find it and dip it in gold....  a medal for hanging on so long.
But maybe this acorn is the seed for future trees?
It's tenacious as all.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

A gift from the hill...

We had a little rain fall this morning, then wind, 
then Miss Sunshine came to visit later in the day.

And so the big clouds descending on the other side 
of Prairie Hill beckoned to me....


The hill had a gift for me!!!
A tiny skull with perfect tiny teeth,,,
and this one also had a blade of grass
protruding from its heart-shaped opening.


"My God, I pray better to you by breathing.  I pray better
to you by walking than talking." - Thomas Merton

~ B l e s s i n g s   o n   y o u r   w e e k. ~

Saturday, December 13, 2014

My 12/13/14


Two walks around the hill in one day.
Lots of fresh air,,,
Rabbits scaring me as much as I scare them...
Rain is coming tomorrow.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

NATURE: Mostly trees & nests....

"It is not our job to remain whole.  We came to lose our leaves like the trees, 
and be born again drawing up from the great roots." -Robert Bly

Said the smallest tree on the prairie to the bird,,,,
'Why, it would be an honor for you to build a nest in me.'

And that is why I consider the latest nest I found among one of the unique ones!
A bird decided a tiny tree of a mere 3 feet would be perfect.... 
overlooking the lake on the south side of Prairie Hill.



My explorations were cut short as I heard gunshots from the
other side of the lake!  That's why I have not seen deer lately.
Hide, hide, hide my deer friends and be well.  Not sure about the
hunting on the non-wildlife refuge side.  It seems too close
to where people (I) live! Geesh. Anyway, with my brown
teddybear coat I figured I better get out of there before I get
shot like an animal.  I have mixed feelings about hunting.
There is too much soul in some of these animals for me.
Even a beautiful turkey is up there now with me.
Eat fish and vegetables mostly and be happy.

And what's this?  Greg bringing home an invasive cedar tree from
Prairie Hill.  Do I like trees cut down? No. But I feel better about
this species becoming a 'Christmas' tree (mostly for Greg) since
Oklahoma spends millions on eradicating it from the prairies.


~   P  E  A  C  E    ~

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

HAIKU: Winter birds...

Driving to work on a cold winter morning I looked up...
A sketch in my palm of the scene
Morning birds on wires
Two close, two at a distance
Watching cold silence

Sunday, November 30, 2014

ART: Bug Boy


"Bug Boy"  (Vintage photo, bug and encaustic)












This naughty boy is about to scare his classmate with a giant beetle!


This is my first bug under beeswax.  This is how I found the bronze beetle many years ago -
with a missing wing, exposing an emerald green body - all metallic.