The blanketing warmth of the sun; it stands higher in the sky.
The much anticipated longer afternoons; I’ve been rejuvenated.
The melodious birdsong of the cardinals; they are serenading Spring.
Mr. Robin Red Breast has returned to my lawn; he searches for a meal.
Her labored swallowing and glowing nose; she’s getting sick.
The droppiness of her big, beautiful eyes; she needs to get some rest.
His nails glidding across the linoleum; he needs his nails clipped.
A clump of his hair after I just finished vacuuming; his spring molting has begun.
The snow has vanished; stubby, brave sprouts have popped through the frozen ground.
Rivers are breeching their brims; the Spring melt is on.
TV and radio shows are preempted; Baseball takes precedence.
The hats and jersey’s are donned; Opening Day is near.
What I have noticed, Spring is here!
The shadows have changed their shapes;
the sun is peeking through differently.
The cardinals sing a song that teases me;
I love their melodies.
The warm air smoothes my skin;
it is a promise that Spring is near.
Hello’s and Goodbye’s
It will change her or his world
Goodbye with a smile
What am I made of?
Of hard work and persistence
Of tears and laughter spent with friends and family
City apartments and suburban houses
And swimming in pools and lakes, running on trails
Little kids and big kids
Sweat, headaches, yelling and lots of smiles
Listening and understanding
Pizza with pepperoni, pasta with a lot of cheese
Cannoli cakes for weddings and birthdays and for no reason at all
I am made of kindergarten through 8th grade math, history, and reading, drama and basketball.
An ear to listen, advice to give.
Overcoming illness that will not destroy me!
I am jokes and trust from home to Portage Park.
The sun stands higher and brighter in the sky
The dripping outside my door is rhythmic
The snow descends softly from its perch dancing to the ground
I hear life in town moving again after its quarantine
The smells of fresh linens on the clothesline are a voice from the future; spring is close
The vortex has moved on to its next victims.
Our affair is over!
You arrived when I longed for you. I used you, comforting holiday lights, warm love of family, snowy fun.
But now I’m finished. I won’t need you until next year. Why do you always stay too long?
Please leave me. I now long for my next romance. Sweet scent of blooms, melodic music of robins, saturating sunshine that doesn’t fade
See you next year.
Eggnog thick and luscious
Sparkling emerald crystals
Hazy white spheres twinkling
Sweet and spirited dancing on my tongue
Deep dark reds warm my soul
Laughter fills my home and heart.