Wednesday Morning in May

Every morning Garrison Keillor’s “Writer’s Almanac” is delivered to my inbox. From that newsletter, I  have become acquainted with so many poets who cheered me on my way each day and guided my choices for the Poetry section of my library (Dewey Decimal system 811 – 821)…

Today’s selection, by one of my favorite poets, inspired me to share it with you…

 

Footholds
by W.S. Merwin 

Where I dug the logs into the rise
to make the steps along the valley
I forget how many years ago
their wood has dissolved completely now
disappearing into the curled slope
gone without my seeing it happen
while the green clouds of the trees have grown
above their mingled shadows
yet I set my feet down in the same
places I did when the steps were there
without even thinking about them
Father and Mother friend upon friend
what I remember of them now
footholds on the slope
in the silent valley this morning
Wednesday with few clouds and an east wind

“Footholds” by W.S. Merwin from The Moon Before Morning. © Copper Canyon Press, 2014. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

Peace

It happens every year…

It’s Husband’s birthday today–63 years old.  I have done so much gushing about him on this blog that you already know that I am rather fond of him.

Happy Birthday, Michael Ray Casey!  And Many More!

To my Dear and Loving Husband

A Poem by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Peace

(I am on my way to the chiropractor…is it my back or my hip?  We will soon know.  Way to celebrate, huh?)

 

Look me in the eye…




spider-identification-chart

It came scurrying  out of the corner of my kitchen counter top as I was doing dishes…

I saw the movement and stepped back,

ascertained it was something big and quick,

shrieked, jumped  waayy back,about 5 feet,

and watched as it came rappelling down the stove,

and scrambled across the floor,

two pairs of hairy legs up,  two pairs down,

suddenly stopping at the leg of my kitchen island.

 It looked up at me and glared…

I glared back…said nothing,

just turned my back and walked away,

sneaking a stealthy glance back

to make sure I wasn’t being followed…




(I don’t kill spiders…it’s a karma thing)