Equality
I caught you kissing
in that beautiful bower
of the Redbud's pink blossoms
one day. The next day
it was under a profusion
of bright daffodils.
Random moments
here then there
stealing kisses
as Spring flowers bloom
and bounce on zephyrs
heaven sent.
poem & photo copyright ©2025 Anne Selden Annab
Accoutre
Pink and gold blossoming
from branch to branch-
Bush and tree bloom
the earth does too- brown into
green into gold and pink
as life comes back
surging and shimmering
like a silk kimono.
A Great White
Egret catches my eye
gliding past.
poem & photo copyright ©2025 Anne Selden Annab
Late January Magic Tricks
After the snow
and an early morning
sunrise
at zero degrees-
Our frozen creek
and birdbath both
breathe steam...
Up where we are
momentarily
safe inside behind
the cold clean window
of our home we are maybe inches away
from suddenly shimmering bits
of ice crystals
that are
floating on cold air
here and there
out side . . . . . eye level
everywhere we look...
Like tiny sparkling gems
levitating & spinning &
randomly mirroring
minuscule rainbows
to give us rapture.
poem copyright ©2025 Anne Selden Annab
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
