Easter Morn

 

One of my greatest pleasures is watching the sunrise over the mountains, nevermore so as on Easter morning.

Sunrise Easter morning
A whisper of a breeze
Sets the virgin leaves swaying
In the newly adorned trees
 
Pinks turn into peaches
Purples fade into white
Tulips raise their sleeping heads
Awakening to the light
 
Finches at the feeder
A feast on Easter morn
A dove comes winging in
The hope of life reborn

Jigsaw Puzzles

The World of Jane Austen

 

When the weather is too cold or too wet to enjoy being outside, I like to spend my leisure time reading or solving puzzles. Over the winter, I discovered a series of jigsaw puzzles that combine my love of both. These puzzles are filled with clues to a particular author's works. They inspired a poem of my own.

Life is like a jigsaw puzzle
Without a picture on the box
A thousand different pieces
Intriguing keys missing their locks
 
The challenge seems overwhelming
Until the outer frame is set
Search to locate God’s straight edges
Connect them first, is your best bet
 
Once you’ve set your boundaries
The inside pieces start to fit
A picture begins to emerge
A pattern that is definite
 
There will be many stops and starts
Miscalculations on the way
Mixing shades of light and darkness
Frustrating areas of gray
 
Finally, the big day will come
Life’s puzzle finished at last
No more questions, only answers
A reason for the things that passed

The World of Shakespeare

The World of Charles Dickens

The first of these I did and my personal favorite is in a little different style. It is set in Agatha Christie's library at Greenways. I got to sit in this room when I toured her estate. It wasn't quite this cluttered.

The World of Agatha Christie

Limerick Time

Cody and Cassie

I'm not a natural limerick writer so when a Poetry Challenge asked me for one, I was initially stumped. I paced the floor looking for inspiration. I glanced out of the window and saw flying dirt and a wagging tail sticking out of the ground. My digger dog, Cassie, was at it again.

Cassie

There was a wee dog named Cassie

Whose disposition was sassy

She dug a deep hole

Imitating a mole

And came up in Tallahassee

The Cassie limerick did well in the Challenge and I found myself reciting it to her often. It felt like had I left her brother Cody out, so I wrote another for him.

Cody

There was a pup named Cody Shane

Who always barked at snow and rain

He liked to jump high

Right up to the sky

And nip at a passing airplane

Cody Shane & Cassandra Suzette

 

Truth?

 

As I've aged, many things in the world have changed. Some of these changes are fascinating, some challenging, and others bewildering. Most bewildering of all to me is the change in the concept of truth.

Truth?

Your truth, my truth
Red truth, blue truth
Whatever happened to true truth?
 
Based in fact—not in a lie
Not thrown up into the sky
To see if it will possibly fly.
 
There are so many “truths” these days
The meaning seems totally thrown away.