making choices

It's one of those days...

rain taps on sundeck
this lonely beat
later maybe sun-dried
a mourning dove
coos its vote
and two crows
with raucous plans
I choose bed
and book

This Morning's Two

.
While the cat sleeps his dream...

True Cause

Reaching through the play
of clatter and gleaming
we stretch to touch
the hand of slight
a full note sings
in the catnap
on my lap.

Then thinking how hardwood shows more than just its shine:

Time to Clean Under the Bed

Making space by the corner bookshelf
hopping atop shoes long in the closet
competing for spring mating rights
dust bunnies convene

socks on oak

.
hard work hardwood
refinished to shine

now slick-footed kids

run and slide so easy

across my floor

me too with glee

and socks on

.

April Love

Two weeks ago I raked the winter cover of leaves off the strawberries. Yesterday I got out to the garden again to see blueberry buds and pear blossoms. I did a little pruning and clean-up. Lots more to come.

Love these days and April
with Spring promises fulfilled.
Ides of March a far cry from now.
Green pulls its reach to blue
and opens in love of new color.
What could hold more beauty than April's hand?
Each day on earth is another opportunity to bloom.
I wait, but not in vain.
Seed in rich soil yields a hundred fold.
April is rich in Love.

There are many more good days ahead.

Midday Rain

Rain midday,
Dark and rich.
Loud rain—replenish.

Tree-shaking,
Puddle-dancing,
Party-crashing rain.

Atom-smashing,
Earth-quenching.
So fresh—this rain.

Cats and dogs fight
With garden hoses.
Garden growing rain.

Dark forest
Ghost-warming
Chill of a rain.

Mountain mist,
meadow mint,
Midday rain.

--Ardi Keim 9/18/03

Lonely in Paris

Not sure why this came to me, but somehow I remember...

There is no rain as cold
as lonely in Paris
City of Lights gone out
without you on the bridge
I see the muddy waters meet
recalling a dream
with tears in the rain
Notre Dame you face me.

rev. 1/22/07