Quarantine Spring

~ Quarantine ~

She sits by a window

curtains drawn back

cold sun streaming 

coffee in hand and 

watches the world

wake to new day

nobody walking

few cars move

trees blush'n

the gentlest

 green - in  

honor of 

Spring

JoMae

5/5/20 

It’s May 5 and by noon, people were beginning to emerge, many bundled in stocking caps and warm coats against the mid 40º temps - in spite of bright sun. Then, to my surprise, two police officers mounted on massive horses came strolling down the sidewalk - right past the window where I sit! 

Night Visit

~ Night Visit ~

you were lying on your back

tucked under the covers
slightly turned away

totally at home

in that old blue thread bare
tee you often wore

did you yield to an ethereal 

craving for a moment in

your old familiar bed?

I rolled over in the night

saw you lying there and thought

oops I’m in the center crowding him

moved back a bit to give you space

content as if returned to our old normal

only to wake in the morning and realize

your visit was but a sweet dream

a sweet and welcome vision 

an echoing of warm routine

once commonplace and

~ Real ~ 

JoMae

5/2/20

Listening

~ Listening ~

Listening to Godde

who is listening to me

~~~~~

You listen to my heart’s pain

as I pour it out by name

Most Holy Godde

 I listen in the silent quiet

remembering your 

royal presence

knowing I am loved

knowing I am held

a beloved child

 Later, when the blessings flow, and

a thought or notion starts to grow 

I know Your Hand, is guiding me

as with a calmer heart I listen

and give thanks

JoMae

4/19/20

The thing is, so much of prayer is listening to Godde listening to us.  Sometimes, when prayers seem to go unheard, we may be unaware til later, that we’ve been heard - then, seeing an answer, recognize connection to our plea. 

Our answers may not come in words - or according to our timing. They may not be in the form requested, but we can trust that blessings will be there as surely as new seasons come again - and sunshine after rain.

Listening to Pastor Anthony’s sermon on Psalm 102 1-11 from 4/19/20.

April Snow Day

~ April Snow Day ~

Yesterday I stepped outside to toss the garbage

and noticed my scraggly forsythia with wildly flailing

branches in sore need of trimming. I clipped a few and

threw them in a pot with a couple daffodils already there

Today the world is spread with snow again

all is grayish white outside the kitchen window

dark clouds casting shadows on this cold April day

yet on my table stands a beautiful bouquet of sunshine

JoMae

4/10/20

Snow in the morning. Sun in the afternoon. And this little poem somewhere along the way. Enjoy!

The One Who Left

John's Legacy

~ The One Who Left ~

the one who left walks with me still

his smile in every daffodil planted long ago

in every flower his garden grows year after year

in every poem I write, in every peaceful night

- lingers deeply rooted in the soil of my life

nurtured so long with love
I too will blossom on

JoMae

4/10/20

#aprpad 10 - Poem-A-Day prompt: write a the-blank-who-blank poem.

Trapped

~ Trapped ~

The face is old, the heart still young

the mind not keen as once it proved

old roots still stir around the bend

yet  are now locked  soul deep

within what might have been

for you, my love

are ever gone

JoMae

4/6/20

#aprpad 6 Poem-A-Day prompt: write a trap poem

Slow Lane

~ Slow Lane ~

the older I get

the shorter the future

the wiser I grow

the dimmer the past

the livelier me is

now in the slow lane

happy to watch

the world rushing by

JoMae

4/8/20

#aprpad 8 - Poem-A-Day prompt:  write a future poem

Small Blessings

~ Small Blessings ~

I’m lucky to be at ease with solitude in

this interlude of home bound isolation

as the world hides from our invisible

enemy lurking in the air -anywhere

JoMae

4/7/20

#aprpad 7 - Poem-A-Day prompt:  write a lucky or unlucky poem

Corona Moment

~ Corona Moment~

a knock on the door

grocery bag on the porch

kind neighbor waving

JoMae
4/5/20

#aprpad April Poem-A-Day 5 prompt: write a moment poem

wishpoem

Remembering John's Garden

~ wishpoem ~

a lot of wishes

swishing through the air today

not one stays to play

JoMae

4/4/20

Tomorrow would have been John's 85th birthday. Today's Poem-A-Day prompt is: Write a wish poem. So my page is full of wishes yet not a one to share except this small haiku.