Early Spring (29-4-2018)
Ah the jasmine, thousands of stars sky climbing, their oriental perfume lingering while bundles of lavender wisteria bow to the ground, rain dropping petals in purple puddles. The horse chestnut trees are plumed in frilly unopened pink parasols that only a breeze can sway and send floating down, a blossoming magic carpet.
lightning less (june 7, 2014)
thunder rumbled
exploding forth through narrow streets
rain sheets illuminated
by stalwart street lamps
pounding pavement, bouncing back
walkers drenched
without intuition
to bring umbrellas
seeking shelter, finding none
cars splashed
while slippery roads
hold onto tires
for cover
splattering rivers onto sidewalks
night darkened
going coastal…
glistening…listening, shhhhh
sea to shore
humpback whale or humpback wave,
the spout, the spray
the slam of water on rock or sand
frothy surf
white, gray, green, blue
horizon beckons
what’s beyond and what’s before
glistening…listening, shhhhh
waves put their arms around each other
as they swell and break,
their necks racing to shore.
kelp anchors sea otters
…………….
I ought to stay
what’s the hurry? the sea birds ask
as they follow retreat of surf and sea.
you cannot be the wave you were
but you will always be water
seeking another shore.
I can picture it! I made mini cinnamon rolls that I think you would like. All you need for the dough is a tube of crescent rolls!
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Ahhhh if only…
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Merry Christmas Julie. I’m wondering if you’ll be around anytime from March 7 to the 20. And what is it like with Covid-19 lockdowns. Ann is turning 60 on the 12 and we would like to be in France. And I definitely would love to see you. I don’t have an address or email or phone number for you. Glad I have this blog. You can shoot me an email at dlggreen@hotmail.com Your loving cousin, Diana
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Exciting news! I’ve sent an email….
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