Done Until Dusk

Dawn brought weeding, dungarees, and t-shirt,

flip-flopped feet, head to toe gnats, green shavings and dirt.

Mid-morning showers revived and refreshed

to a bouncy, kicky neon green hippy dress.

Mountain folks’ eyes blared the wonder,

“Is she a koo-koo?”

Other hill fellas seemed dazzled by stardom,

“Well, hello darlin’.”

A toss of coconut-shampooed hair said,

“Who cares” and then again,

“Oo-la-la to you too honey,” with a wink.

Fun, tantalizing, and thrilling little loop.

Dusk settled on dungarees, dirt and chicken poop. 

Take Notice

My yard is not luscious green, rather rich red clay

Sprouting milkweed and dandelions, smiling at the freedom

I relish the rustic wilderness that welcomes crow and squirrel

Hummingbirds flutter with cardinals and giant bumble-bees

Buzz in the warmth, drunk on Bleeding Hearts

Wild Mountain Dogwoods bloom beside budding Blackberries

Cocks crow next door while chicks chirp in the office

Inspired by distant friends to halt the busyness and take notice

Reach for the Elusive

A new you rises with the dawn.

The struggle and worry of yesterday gone.

If so you believe, so it will be,

Reach for the elusive and you shall see,

Within the mist of cool mountain rains,

Spirits singing harmonious refrains:

Joy, misery, or lie down to quit.

Lessons repeat. Choice or habit?

Poetry written waitin' on the therapist! Hmm.