Naming one thousand gifts… day 6

81. car wash patterns of soap bubbled water

82. sharp edge silhouettes against sunset sky glow

83. kids friends hanging around, laughter wafting from other rooms

84. dark not dark at 10 pm.

85. fridge front covered with v.i.p. photographs

86. waking up to first thoughts

87. catching myself smiling

88. buying another copy of my new favourite book, waiting to see who it’s for

89. asking

90. supper prepared, served, eaten, enjoyed

91. anticipation of writing time

92. going home after

93. ospreys stand nest edge

94. muskrat v in the marsh

95. walking and talking with a friend

96. knowing all shall be well

97. fresh

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Naming one thousand gifts… day 5

68. sounds of new construction hammering the distance

69. Emmy dog curled up by warm rocks in watery sunlight

70. blueberry pancakes griddle brown

71. fixers… vets and docs and dentists and car mechanics

72. tired beauty of tattered curtains in empty farmhouse window

73. Eames designed lime green chair

74. God provided window of opportunity

75. amped up guitar practice next room over

76. reading on the back porch

77. leftovers

78. working out the details, making it work

79. email

80. the millisecond it took for the cyclist going the wrong way on the sidewalk to safely pass my car

Corn Griddle Cakes (Photo credit: ulterior epicure)

Poetry Friday030

Things I saw while not looking

A lone robin — Spring’s ambassador —
hopping tentatively over the tired snow.

Red-wing blackbirds calling in raucous warbles
from hidden perches in the frozen marsh.

Three tundra swans banking wide white circles
in the valley below us, on our way home from school.

The sun painting my kitchen a watery yellow
through fingerprinted winter windows.

Lesley-Anne Evans
02/03/2009

Photo courtesy of Malcolm Evans