Growing wild

Cloistered in spaces unseen

gifts in crevices found

the colors of life grow wild in my life.

Rising in strength to become

a hanging cluster of goodness

lingering in shadows

but still hanging on.

I’ve waited for these things,

the beauty of life beneath

an awkward sun burns

to touch pavement beneath tired feet.

Coming days, months, years

awaken in their splendor

to find me waiting with open hands.

Tiny beings like dreams

wait to be plucked from the fertile mind,

and I return to find

the places I’d forgotten

still stand in glory,

the figment of want fulfilled.

This image, if it sticks, is a banana tree in my yard. It has been growing for years, yet never produced. Imagine my surprise to see the wisps of purple flower petals upon the ground…and in the tree, the gift of fruit, finally. I now have four bunches on four different trees. I love bananas, but this bounty is too much. My neighbors will be well fed.

Pursuit of pierogi

New skills enabled
as the motions step by step,
moving through the room with a sway
as music drifts along with the beat,
rhythm of the hands mixing
smooth and silky love
chilling in the box till done.
Pursuit of pierogi
breaths taken in the seconds between
the wait and the do,
surface prepared with care
and the poem fills this space
when the time comes to create
little bits of beauty I pray
and a meal for another day.

Trying my hand today at a new endeavor, cheese, potato and onion filled pierogi. I’ve been told how difficult they can be but I’m up for the challenge. Could be ugly but should be edible, will know tomorrow as ribs on tap for today, football after all. Go team!

Not my pierogi seen here but a previous happy one made by someone at a church. Hope mine smile too😊

Perspective

Gazing in anticipation,
eyes move to the prize that sits higher
and watching with patience
knowing with the time that passes
all will be as it should.
Yesterday remembered
with the smile of love
we span the time and travel
back to certain places
and recall the scent of days
beneath a languid sun,
perfect days of laughter
and the hope for more to come.
Grey hair graces a face
perhaps not wanting to see
the future of each of us
like battle scars giving proof
of a life well lived,
so we wait patiently
for the best,
the tastiest bite of these days
and linger just a bit longer
in a yesterday gone,
but seeing in the rays of afternoon light
another moment waiting
to be lived
to be loved.

A celebration of our “gracefully aging” girl Apple as this week will be her fifth year with us, 9 years young, we wonder where the time has gone and this picture from a few years back, still captures her food driven image patiently waiting for the tray to fall into her ever  waiting pie-hole. No, we didnt share…..too spicy for her, she got a bone instead….Life is so tough indeed.