Friday, April 29, 2016

Haiku My Heart: Star Magnolia

they burst into bloom
 turn their faces to the light
annual showoffs

Thursday, April 21, 2016

The Prince is Dead

The news came in via Facebook.
Hints, then confirmation.

Prince is dead.
Found dead at his home.

For me personally, not the punch to the gut
of learning that John Lennon was dead
or George Harrison 
(though we knew that was coming)
because Prince wasn't my thing.

But I knew my daughter would be devastated.
As a young teen, she was gaga over him, 
then way girls were Paul girls
or John girls (until the Beatles broke up).
She fantasized that they would marry.
In other words, she was really in to him.

So I called her to say "I'm sorry."
I knew she'd be in mourning.
And she was.
She said, "Ive been bawling my eyes out
since I heard the news."
And then, not knowing what else to do,
I sat down and composed the tribute collage
you see above. 

A few years ago, when she lived in Omaha
instead of ten minutes from me,
I discovered that her idol was doing a concert there,
in her adopted city.
I don't know how I got so lucky, 
but I scored tickets in the first row
as a gift for her.

It's nice to be able to give a gift
that's never forgotten.

For all you Prince fans out there,
I know the Purple Rain is falling around you
and doves are crying.
So sorry for your loss.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Forget the Tulips, I'm Ordering Daffodils

It's tulip time in Washington.
Perhaps a little past prime time, given that
last week's weather was spectacular
and unseasonably warm.

While I love tulips for their vibrant colors,
I live at the edge of the woods.
My woods are inhabited by deer.

And my deer l-o-v-e to munch on tulips.
And azaleas, camellias, and lots of other tasty
treats. . . that are on the "deer resistant plant" list.

But so far they've left my daffodils alone.
So I just placed an order
 for another 250 daffodil bulbs.
They'll arrive in the fall for planting time
and poke up their cheerful heads in March

just when I'm needing some color
to counter the long gray days of 
a Pacific Northwest winter.