Friday, June 16, 2017

Donald's Lament plus Two Haiku

Donald's Lament

When I think of Comey
my mouth gets all foamy,
my fingers tremble and twitch
I do have such an itch
cuz when I'm all bitter
I must take to Twitter
and send a tweet
not at all sweet.
*****

Receipt acknowledged-
gift of yellow-rumpled warbler
present at birdbath.

In the heart of June
I could marry Alaska,
divorce in winter.

A.H.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Tiny 'tudes*

*bits of gratitude ='tudes

For my sister Lisa Holthaus Valentine and her ongoing commitment to gratitude. See her blog at habitualgratitude.

Dry right now
can't handle
big gulps of gratitude,
but can quell
my thirst for appreciation
with tiny 'tudes.
Will savor
sips of flavor
thru the day
and feed my
appetite for wonder
with liitle plates
of thanks
artfully arranged,
garnished with grace.
For dessert
I shall devour
one divine sweetness,
a final tiny 'tude.

Wishing you lots of tiny 'tudes and some big ones too.
Here are some of mine:
-the adorable, questioning sound my cat Oscar makes
-the baby green heads of perennials breaching the soil
-fun words like: petulant, flummoxed, prattle

Please share your 'tudes.
A big thank you!

Aileen









Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Drive by Fruiting plus 3 bird poems

Driveby Fruiting

Menu announces
that Charlissa's French Toast*
is topped with honey cream cheese
and swerved
with a side of raspberries.
Hope no injuries occurred.
At least it wasn't
a head-on collision
involving blueberries
or a sideswipe
by strawberries.

*Charlottes cafe in Kenai, AK
*****

Playing hide and seek
when I want a closer look-
shy little sparrow.
****

That cheeky bird*
tarted up in brash colors
proclaiming cheeriness-
doesn't he know
gray is the color today?
My sister is sick
and still he persists
in brightness.

* Western tanager
****

What I could learn
from a bald eagle
is this-
don't fight the wind.
Open your wings
and simply float.
That is all
and it is
everything.

A.H.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Because It Is Spring

Because it is spring,
after fourteen months
of winter,
hope arrived
along with
two Canada geese
skidding into
Reflection Lake.

Because it is spring again,
and a junco
scampered in the yard,
it is possible to
believe in green
replacing black snow.

Because it is spring now,
perhaps the sweetest ever-
daylight is on steroids
and a Sandhill crane
winged a welcome
across the sky.

A.H.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Abandoned

Those vehicles,
covered in snow,
abandoned in parking lots-
what stories
do they hold?
Is there
a parking lot
for abandoned lives?
"It just wouldn't start."
"It was running poorly."
"I didn't like the way it sounded."
"I was tired of it."
"It wore out."
"It broke down so often."
I couldn't find a good mechanic
for my broken down, little life
so I parked it here.
Will come back
when I have more-
time, money, energy,
ideas, inspiration.
Until then
it will be alone
on this acre of asphalt
surrounded by
melting snow.

A.H.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

A Series of Small Satisfactions*

May your day hold
a series of small satisfactions,
little yippees scattered
about the hours.
Enough of
the dullness triplets-
blunt, bland and blah.
Sprinkle bits of sparkle,
give it up for
glint and glimmer.
Is that a baby-delight
bursting onto the scene?
Say farewell to
fickle and foul,
guilt be gone.
Bid welcome to
zip, zing and zest
as seasonings splashed
onto this day
as you savor
a series of small satisfactions.

* Phrase stolen from "The Daughter of Time" by Josephine Tey.
"...perhaps a series of small satisfactions scattered like sequins over the texture of everyday life..."

A.H.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Peruvian Hummingbirds

Please may I
be reincarnated
as a hummingbird
from Peru?
Could become
a sparkling violetear,
an amethyst woodstar,
or a
black-throated mango.
Quite fancy the
rufous-crested coquette.
Wouldn't mind being
a fork-tailed woodnymph
or black-breasted hillstar.
Booted racket-tail
sounds fun.
See me flitting
among greenery
seeking sweetness,
cavorting with the
marvelous spatuletail.

A.H.