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
Almost Spring
Sycamore trees glow
in the dusk,
gathering moonlight
(and star dust)
in their branches.
poem & photo copyright ©2024 Anne Selden Annab
Black Squirrel
Black squirrel leaping out
and dashing -
in a world of gray
you are
exquisite depth
like an eye's pupil
widening in the dim
of winter lit woods.
poem copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab
A Poem for a Beloved Teacher
by Anne Selden Yellott Annab
Pulling Us Into Understanding This And That
Dear Randy St John,
I liked you because you liked teaching
and all your students- everyone of us,
the bright the dull the difficult
the awkward the shy the brazen
the clutzy the smooth
the spark of brilliance
in every one.
You were fair,
and funny
with your handlebar mustache.
You were also astounding
with your model gorgeous wife
(Cindy) who stayed with you
studied, became a librarian.
You two together were
the best role models I knew
the best guides on how
to find and navigate books
and people... and life.
You both truly liked books
and shared your passion
pulling us into understanding this and that-
enjoying and exploring symbolism
and metaphor and poetry
and other such stuff
like the power of words
and simplicity.
But you also liked sports-
and the great outdoors.
Hunting fishing
real life as it is:
The beauty
of fly fishing
on a creek.
poem copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab
So I Slow
Some pain
(such as youth yearning thwarted
love betrayed
dreams dashed etc)
is all emotion. But other pain
such as this hard lump on me
tangled up in muscles and motion
is all reality- sharp smart
cringe crippling
no matter what
so I slow...
slow to savor
today
coffee. egrets.
rain on the creek.
yesterday's walk outside
with summer wind.
So I slow, hoping
I'll wake after surgery
and my heart will be strong enough
to take me through old age
or at least another year.
poem copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab
