Soaking up the little things with the little one this week, while his sisters are away.
so many mornings
into a lovely
soft pink sky,
now I wake up
and watch the
in my mind.
One of the last spaghetti squash from 2017, nourishing us tonight. Soon we’ll be starting this year’s squash seeds in the greenhouse and the circle will begin again.
Ellen declared this as a very successful day.
“The poems were just popping out of me onto the page!”
Could you mix me up
a custom brew,
I could use
a little boost
as we approach
of creative children
bits and pieces
I can help clean
A little walk to gather treasures with frozen fingers.
He always has a place at the table.
I never tire of sleeping baby photos . . . or after-nap greeting photos!
. . . Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from,
from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when. . .
— Pablo Neruda