Writer. Educator. Artist.
The Tree-arlene s bice
In my walk in the wood
It calls to me
The tree
Tilted, inelegant
Its wounds showing
Survived, yet again
A beauty of its own,
Waking from winter’s rest
Buds bursting
Leaves filling out
In dark greens and light
Dressing its bones
With a spring outfit
Birds nesting
Offering a symphony
A hug is appropriate.
Clarence & What If? -arlene s bice
While you waited at the front door
With your heart on your sleeve, in love
Mom held you in place, listening
As I went out the back door
Coward that I was, unexperienced
In matters of the heart at 13
My deepest apologies to you
Never having seen you since
Though you came to visit again
When I was gone away,
But received news, you matured
Handsome in your military uniform
I hope you enjoyed a wonderful life
So sorry for my poor behavior
yet cannot help
Wondering What if?
People & Books- arlene s bice
People, like books, came into my life
Some to stay, some to leave early
A few people caused heartaches
Most were full of love and joy
They all touched me deeply
Taught me many lessons
Lead me to places
I needed to go
Blessings
To me.
Seasons -arlene s bice
Spring and youth burst forth, full of energy
Promise, overflowing with bright ideas
Summer moseys in with a slowed pace
Tempering those ideas, soothing
Autumn refines, reflects, savors
Appreciates, satisfies what truly is
The inner person emerges, colorful
Winter finds contentment, a warm fire
Chases away doubts, fears, emptiness.
Summer is Coming
Shakespeare wrote about a summer’s day
He made it romantically sound
Like you could enjoy it any way
When sunshine did abound
But summer, to me, at least
Means sulky, way-too-hot weather
To suffer through a heated feast
While walking through the heather
So shall I enjoy the summer season
Afternoons that are too, too hot
Give me some rhyme or reason
To suffer too much sunshine, or not
I choose to stay inside the house
Air conditioned and fully doused.
And Then Dessert -arlene s bice
Mom’s cooking
filled our house with love
crystal stemware, cut glass
the good silver, candelabra lit
guests at table, gift box chocolates
fancy, decorated cakes, cookies piled
pies depending on the season, yet always
Lemon Meringue Pie like no other, ever
filled with a lemon curd, meringue tips
browned until they weeped a wee bit
served on Grandmother’s Daniels’
delicate dishes from 1910.
Spring lights up life
like candles on a birthday cake
birthing wishes, hopes, fresh
new, sweet dreams of promise
quick, before summer heat
saturates every little thing, slows down all progress.
TTOT 22.04.08.
Love’s Recipe
To Love is to respect
With humor reflect
Joy is yours to expect