two days of labor
(grunt work for those unwilling
to use elbow grease)
and yet, it’s Christmas:
mixer, platters, and dishes
we’ve lived years without
back to our dream house
where toil pays us back
with soft purring fur
Month: May 2016
Sprung Upon
a single email
can spring up late Friday tears
i’ve been holding in
friendship’s mystery
lies in glad discoveries
so easily lost
my heart aches and blooms
for all that i have… and don’t
(that’s how petals fall)
Spring Dreaming
it’s still surreal
that we live in this beauty
on a city block
Behind the Classroom Door
what seems like brightness
is a trick to bring more heat
to this hot classroom
what a way to start–
climb on toes, on stool, on desk
to shut those damn blinds
just one sacrifice
like the hundreds daily made
by every teacher
(and who designed these??
thirteen-foot-high hell windows,
bastards of the sun?)
this is my Wednesday:
rise before dawn to face light
i’d rather not see
Pluck the Season
first harvest now reaped
just in time for spring planting
and a spinach dip
Naughty Cat
a soiled morning
sprinkled with Monday chaos
at every corner
Happy Mother’s Day
caught in the stream bed
three beautiful growing girls
who made me a mom
Refocus
when you’re trapped by gloom
and unable to say why
refocus your lens
you might catch a glimpse
of golden sunlit peaks;
a stand-alone tree
spring rain bringing food
(hidden in these rays, raindrops)
to a front range ranch
refocus your lens–
windows will open your eyes
to a clearer view
Awake at 5:00 a.m.
sometimes exhaustion
disrupted by weeklong pain
can bring fresh beauty
Differentiation
some write, some listen
some read, some dance, and some talk
(yet they’re all learning)
a perfect mix of
our differentiation:
(managed/mismanaged)
i’ve learned to let go
thirteen years into teaching
and let them lead me
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