Greenie and Slim are back! The crocuses are blooming! I’ll be fully vaccinated soon. But before joyfully moving on, I think it’s worth reflecting on the extraordinary winter we’ve been through. Have you been perfecting a skill? Mine is procrastination. But I did find myself capturing images that spoke to me in poems. These are in the order I wrote them. I hope you’ll make it to the final pictures, as they will surely bring a smile to your face.
December 30, 2020 Sometimes The picture you took Lacks the clarity and color Of your favorite photos But holds a memory Or mood Perfectly Gently As if painted With a soft brush And ashes HJ
December 31, 2020 Romance does not require a lover. It appears whenever we marvel at the mysteries of love and beauty. HJ
January 1, 2021 Sometimes at the end of a cold, gray day or year if you walk a little higher and search the horizon you can catch the sun Blazing as it peeks out below the ominous cover of clouds and declares “Don’t worry I’m still here!” before slipping off to light someone else’s day and let you rest HJ
January 31, 2021 Must all the straw be spun to gold while children shiver in the cold? A Midas touch is not so much a blessing as a curse if all the gold is in the purse of just the lucky few and receipt is built upon deceit. What good are rising stalks and stocks when grown from earth that cries and dies in flame and flood and choking spew? Let the sunrise of compassion warm the frosty hearts and clear the eyes too long believing lies of diamonds in the skies when all we really need is love and will to share the health and wealth, to sow and grow in moral measures, respect all colors, babes to elders, our precious once and future treasures. HJ
February 14, 2021 Love Story "Will you be my Valentine?" Yes, said the bird who unabashedly wears his heart on his breast.
"Will you be my Valentine?" Yes, said the waving snowman, belonging to no-one and everyone.
"Will you be my Valentine?" asked the young red-tailed hawk, lying face-down in the snow. He perked up in the warmth of my home, giving me hope overnight. The Raptor Center did what they could, but sometimes the love that is needed is the hardest love to give.
"Will you be my Valentine?" Yes, said the deer, posing in the dusk to warm my heart on this frigid night. HJ
March 13, 2021 How I survived the Winter of Covid I must confess ‘twas a walk in the park almost daily ‘tween dawn and dark no mask did I need in the wide open spaces with six feet between the smiles on the faces of people who passed me, happy to be escaping the lockdown, totally free but the moments that made my weary heart dance were the dozens of dogs I met by chance romping in snow, wagging a tail eager to sniff out any new trail but happy to stop and give me some Love and Joy and Hope and evidence of the truth in the saying, as souls are changed, that DOG is surely GOD rearranged HJ