Lake Johanna

Yellow sunburst of Wildflowers

Against the water

Sun drenched skin

Soaking up the energy

Diamond fingered waves

Kiss the sky

A marriage made in heaven

A day at the Beach.

I've looked at Clouds from Both Sides Now

From mopping up the basement

After the clouds opened up

And dropped a water balloon on us this weekend.

To painting soft white fluffiness

On my closet ceiling today

Just because they looked so pretty

Against the sky blue walls.

And now sitting on the deck

Searching the sky for an escaped

Wisp of whiteness

In a beautiful summer sky.

Every Good Boy Deserves Favor

If notes have letters

Is it like an alphabet for music?

Are there rules

Like i before e except after C?

Is middle C singing

When he says his name?

Feeling the vibrations from the mandolin

The air seems filled with the language of music.

World Cup Continued

Breathe in the excitement,

Exhale the roar of the crowd,

Chanting for a victory.

Doing our part

To will the ball into the goal.

Together,

Their legs

And our hearts

Should have brought it home!

Soccer

Brain pumping plans

Pulse of power

Heart full of dreams

The energy

Rolls off the foot

Scatters the grass

Lunging toward the goal

Friends

Connected through the years

By events

Like births and deaths

Or smaller moments

Like a funny story or a bad day.

Connected across the miles

By phone calls and emails

letters and packages

Or once in a while

A trip closing the distance.

Connected by our joint history

The stories we share

The memories we've made

The friendship we treasure.

Connected at the heart.

From Louise Erdrich's Master Butcher's Singing Club;

"She hadn't exactly feared the word contentment, but had always associated it with a vague sense of failure."

From my experience;

Two teenager sitting on a bridge at Minnehaha Falls

Discussing dreams and desires.

Both settled on the word "Contentment".

A strange word for hormone raging 16 year olds.

But maybe that was why we wanted peace

And to be happy were we were.

Through several decades fighting it,

Always striving for more

And seeking that elusive goal

Till once again midlife find me back at that bridge

Longing for contentment.

This time I'm not afraid.

But understanding the word in all it's brilliance

As the pure joy and delight of who and where you are.

I am content.

Everything I need to Know I learned from my garden

Sometimes you reap what you don't sow...
My hollyhocks
Make a beautiful color guard
Standing at attention
Overlooking the alley parade of cars.
They wave at me
As I go past
As they've now moved on
To the neighbors yard!

My Blog

Words-
Ponderous and bold.
Lyrics-
Beautiful to behold.
My journal
Laid bare
To prying eyes,
Quickly whittles me
Down to size.