Category: Rose’s Blog

  After the Blizzard The black tree’s thin limbs, Fragile as starving deer, Scrape the gray sky, As though begging gold From the cold silver

  Wonderlight The December dawn is fog filled, And the birds are frosty shadows In the brittle shrubs. Suddenly a dove emerges from the mist.

  Thanksgiving, Northern California ​ ​ ​The honey sun oozes over this November morning After a night too chill for an old dog. He sleeps

    A pair of white swans Glides past the willows touching The green River Seine.   We said a wistful farewell to beautiful Paris

  ​ A mouse looks for crumbs Along the wooden floor of St. Pancras Station ​ We said goodbye to London and the exquisite Savoy

  Guests A tiny finch pecks at the feeder While a few lazy pigeons Waddle through summer dust, Bobbing for lost seeds. A squirrel, her

  Asking Here herons stand silent Near the shimmering pool, And egrets glide on splendid wings, Coming to light where willows Kneel beside the kind

  ​Summer   In summer the sparrows never tire, And the oleanders keep their color, A deeper pink than the mind of man can imagine.

  Calling   In early May, the innocent evening sky Can turn dark and prophetic If you wander out at twilight Thinking of feeding the

  ​​A Week After Easter A week after Easter, rosebuds crown every bush And pigeons grow plump in the yard. Dogs spy a squirrel high