I long be out, totally outside right now- out on our lawn this breezy May
out where the maple seeds spin and twirl and
dance down- dropping
where ever whim
and breeze
takes
them.
Spring
gusts
set
one
two
three
four
five
ten
twenty
fleets
sailing
soaring
... some might land into saplings & trees
poem copyright ©2024 Anne Selden Annab
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Engagement
Mid-March acrobatics
with blustery winds when
our dancing daffodils bloom,
do too.
Molting winter's camouflage
those tree branch beige shadows
and putty shades are replaced
As new feathers
are brightening
lightening
into gold.
And the promise of more.
poem & photo copyright ©2024 Anne Selden Annab
Connections
The big white bird
with black wing tips*
was flying low
alone
away...
hours pass.
I read of fields and farms,
of migrations,
of hope
and dreams-
of hunger
and hard work.
By chance I look up
thinking- digesting
themes
to see
three big white birds
with black wing tips
flying low
in the opposite direction.
poem copyright ©2024 Anne Selden Annab
*Snow Goose
