Sunday, December 04, 2011


Giant Allium by Chris Gladis in Kyoto, Japan
Giant Allium

Sunday, August 21, 2011

I Live in the City

Lady on a Tree in the City

I live in the city
where there's plenty of trees

and a small patch of earth
where I plant on my knees

tulips, and daffodils, and allium tall,
they'll brighten the spring,
and sleep in the fall;

in summer there's roses
delighting our noses,

trees to sit under
to rest in our wonder.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Two and Two

Two and Two:
 one pair says hello,
the other says miew.
Wooden shoes,
and billowing skirts,
a mouse to amuse,
can turn to dessert.
One pair wears a bonnet.
In truth, this is no sonnet.

Thank you, Monday's Child : Illustration by: G. Shepeard

Sunday, May 01, 2011

Mrs. Mallard's "I Stand Here Ironing"

Illustrator Elizabeth Webbe (Thank you MONDAY'S CHILD)

As I stand here ironing
I imagine what you'll say
when you return from Boston Gardens
at the end of the day:
Our field trip had treats:
sweet bread with a spread;
the cars made strange honks
that scared Tonkie who fled.
The teacher took wing,
his expression was red,
"Tonkie,  as always, alongside me instead."
Then we waddled onto the cobblestone
where the proud bronze ducklings in their glory shone.
"We aren't daffy ducks," our teacher said,
"but wondrous, just have a look, we are
like those in Mr. McCloskey's book."

Sunday, February 06, 2011

Tuna Fish and Mayonnaise

Tuna fish and mayonnaise
with potato chips
they amaze

Glass of chocolate milk
swig it down
chew a salty bit
and turn around

Tuna fish and mayonnaise
with potato chips
today's the day

Glass of chocolate milk
swig it down
let your tummy
grow full, let your tummy
grow round.
Public Domain Image LC
Hallelujah for mayonaisse and tuna!

Friday, February 04, 2011

haiku and hiroshige

I've been writing some strict haiku --  visit my current fascination at

I will get back to writing here tomorrow. I can't wait to write a poem about a tuna sandwich with potato chips.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Triolet for a Wolf

image from Wikimedia , artist, Gustave Doré
(in the Public Domain)

Triolet for a Wolf

One afternoon deep within the wood,
I was warm when you came near:
You leaned your coat against me and there I stood,
one afternoon deep within the wood.
I didn't move although I thought I should--
your heat and silence were enough to fear--
 but that afternoon deep within the wood,
I was so warm when you came near.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Illustrator, Vivienne? 1947

Wishing Poem (prompt from Monday's Child)
I wish to lick the moon,
to hold your tears in a sugar spoon.
I wish the snow were made of gold
and I wish the young were never old.
I wish my eyes were brown, not blue
and the sky could recall each bird that flew.
I wish my thirst would let me be
and that dish of milk were enough for three.
I wish to fill a wishing well
and then go fishing for a spell.