Adjusting to Life's Changes with Hope… Through Poetry, Haiku, and Commentary
I was sitting in the
high heat and silence
of this wonderfully
dull Saturday afternoon
when voices came
jumping over the fences
like wild horses
I’ll take that as a sign
that Summer is near
since all the
neighborhood small talk
has apparently moved
outside
like wild horses
that time of year has
returned when the grass is high
cut two weeks ago
the first smells of spring
pots of crawfish boiling in
my neighbor’s backyard
the wind pushes the
clouds past while each tree hears
a different tune
the reflection in
the window is March watching
itself fade away
a tiny baby chameleon darts
in and out of the grass along
the edge of the patio
a dead worm is coiled up on
the cement floor and a giant
dark wasp bumps along the
patio ceiling doing recon for
a new home so I wish him
well somewhere else
ah he’s gone for now
go figure no bugs yesterday
tons of bugs today
a large flying bug is floating
in my cup of ice water so
much for a drink of water
spring may be very short
this year as winter flees
summer seems near
the loudest bird got
my attention chirping that
spring is near or here
winter disappeared
today seventy with sun
praise God in response
give thanks for the big
and little things even in
the face of COVID
a frigid day with
freezing rain and grass crunching
beneath each footstep
winter wind gusts
howl through the
neighborhood
the houses shake
this is the type of
wind that sends
trash cans flipping
down the street
and could blow you
off your feet yet the
sounds of the children
playing outside rise
and fall only to get
lost in the wind
night comes in under
the treetops reflecting the
the last light of day
