Month: February 2014

  • RIVERWOODS/TAMWORTH POEMS: HARD TO KEEP UP WITH

    HARD TO KEEP UP WITH

    They are so frighteningly bright,

    These cousins, gathered for a night

    Of school vacation at the house in Maine

    Around a Mexican Train dominos game

    To which they have been briefly introduced

    And all its rules have instantly deduced.

    Their ages range from eight to early teens.

    I, as a grandmother, am not so keen.

    They fidget at the time I take for thought,

    Remind me of some rule I have forgot.

    I must take time to calculate my moves,

    I am outrun by their unbridled youth.

    (February, 2014)

  • RIVERWOODS/TAMWORTH POEMS: TIME OUT

    TIME OUT

    What better than falling snow

    To cover yesterday’s scars,

    Make the clock run slow,

    And quiet our racing hearts

    Giving us leisure to pause,

    Permission to sit still,

    Cherish the chance to withdraw,

    Watch the curtain fall.

    In this welcome hiatus,

    Secure in a warm room,

    We can appreciate

    The morning’s several boons:

    Coffee, the morning news,

    A crossword puzzle nailed,

    An email from a friend,

    Tax papers finally mailed.

  • RIVERWOODS/TAMWORTH: A PLACE CAN BE A SOLACE

    A PLACE FOR US

    I have always looked to the hills,

    As the Good Book tells us,

    And I have been soothed

    By dipping my paddle into the still

    Waters surrounding our canoe.

    I have been awed by desert places:

    Zion, Mesa Verde and Arches,

    And under the ocean’s surface,

    From which our ancestors emerged,

    I have been mesmerized by squid

    And captivated by manta rays.

    We humans need our habitat.

    But corporations plunder our planet

    While we breed like flies,

    And scientists seek God in the light

    Of dark matter or the atom’s

    Ever more elusive heart.

    (FEBRUARY 2014)

  • RIVERWOODS/TAMWORTH POEMS: RELUCTANCE

    RELUCTANCE

    How can I bear to think

    That one day I will not see

    Chocorua’s winter-white peak

    And the Three Sisters Ridge,

    That one year without my note

    Pine limbs will bend low

    And birches make their bows

    Under the weight of snow,

    That I will not add my tracks

    To those of the snow-shoe hare,

    The single-footing fox

    And the high-bounding deer

    While ice particles chime

    In the breath of the winter wind

    And cardinals still proclaim

    Their expectations of spring?

    (February, 2014)